Su Qing transmigrated. One moment, she was an apocalypse-era ruler, in command of a major base and wielding a spatial ability as she dominated the wasteland. The next, she had become an ugly, pockmarked country girl covered in sores.
Her wicked stepmother wanted to sell her, her mama’s boy sweetheart wanted to abandon her, and one awful relative after another took turns tormenting her. Su Qing figured that with her space ability, the world was hers for the taking. Getting rich and making it to the top was her goal.
Until a certain someone wouldn’t take no for an answer and relentlessly pursued her.
“My dear, I’m sticking with you!”
“Qing’er, you won’t get away from me in this lifetime!”
“Little girl, the position of Princess Consort is still open. Have you considered it?”
Su Qing: “...”
