After transmigrating into a book, Su Wanhe became the fake heiress who had usurped another girl’s place.
When the real heiress returned, her good days came to an end. Everyone in the marquis’s household treated her with cold disdain and sent her back to a poor mountain village.
Her awful relatives were rubbing their hands together, eager to feast on the “rich pickings from the marquis’s household.”
But no one expected the girl who returned to be a pushover they could manipulate. She was a sharp-tongued firecracker with a heart of steel.
She put a stop to her gossipy aunts, dealt with her greedy uncles, called out her biased grandparents, and drew firm boundaries. No one would guilt-trip her into doing what they wanted.
Drawing on her modern knowledge of agriculture, she grafted fruit trees, improved rice seedlings, and led the whole village in reclaiming wasteland for farming.
Golden fruit grew in the barren mountain hollow, and wasteland turned into a treasure trove.
The marquis’s household, which had once discarded her like trash, came to regret it and sent someone to beg her to return.
Su Wanhe scoffed. “The marquis’s gold isn’t worth as much as a single seedling in my field!”
What could royal rank and riches offer that compared to the seedlings in her hands? Her boundless future lay in the countryside.
