[Exile] [Frontier Life] [Pocket Dimension] [Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming] [Devoted Husband] [Protective] [Handsome, Tragic Male Lead] [Sweet Romance]
[The story starts with exile, but this part is brief, only a few tens of thousands of words]
Modern-day agricultural student Song Qinghe opened her eyes to find herself the eldest legitimate daughter of a marquis’s household, condemned alongside her entire family and sent into exile.
Her scumbag father put on his paternal airs and demanded that she save the only half of a steamed corn bun they had left for him.
Song Qinghe snatched it away and kicked him into the mud. “You want to steal my food? Ask the hoe in my hands first!”
The marquis’s sons, once dressed in silks and feasting on delicacies, were made to reclaim wasteland under her watch. They became famous across Liangzhou as farming prodigies. She personally visited the disgraced Grand Tutor three times to persuade him out of retirement, and he opened a school for the northwest in a humble mud-brick house.
While others faced near-certain death in exile, Song Qinghe led a group of condemned officials in reclaiming land, building canals, and planting high-yield crops. She transformed the harsh, frigid northwest into a land of plenty, with overflowing granaries and herds of cattle and sheep.
When the old forces in the capital once again raised their blades, the deposed crown prince raised a rebellion and led these exiles, abandoned by the court, all the way back to the capital to purge corrupt officials and bring the realm to order.
After the new emperor ascended the throne, his very first imperial edict named Song Qinghe empress. The old officials of the capital protested as one: “How can the daughter of an exiled criminal be fit to rule the realm as empress?” Before they could finish speaking, the land-clearing pioneers, academy teachers, and farming prodigies who had come out of the northwest with her rolled up their sleeves right there in the Golden Throne Hall and beat the old officials black and blue. Some cried and begged the emperor to do something.
The new emperor sneered from his throne: “Drag them away and beat them to death.”
