The Regent's Daily Life After His Identity Is Exposed (Food)

[Next book: "The Little Farmer Girl's Daily Life of Finding Orphans (Food)".] Blurb: Meng Wantao transmigrated into a story about rising from humble beginnings, becoming an irrelevant passerby, Extra A: an orphan from the Third Branch of the Chengyu Earl's household. Her parents had died early, and her birth mother had never been favored by her grandmother. She was practically invisible, kept at a farmstead outside the capital year-round. Even the maids in the household who enjoyed some standing had better food, clothing, and living expenses than she did. Since she'd transmigrated here, she had to make a life for herself. After teaching the servants who had bullied their mistress a lesson and reclaiming what rightfully belonged to her, she settled down at the farmstead to grow crops, open shops, and make money. She lived a carefree, comfortable life until one autumn day, when she went to the pond to grill fish on a whim and ran into an illegitimate son kept at a nearby farmstead by some noble family or other. He was incredibly handsome, but his face was much too pale and his body much too weak, as if the wind might scatter him at any moment. Meeting his icy gaze, Meng Wantao thought for a moment, then held up the freshly grilled fish. "Would you... like some?" Gong Jue, whose hidden sword was already drawn: "..." ** Later, after they had seen each other more often, she stopped being afraid of the murderous aura around him. She also felt sorry for his background, and whenever she made something tasty, she would bring him some. One day, someone from the palace suddenly arrived with an imperial decree from the Empress Dowager, ordering her to marry the regent, the great villain of the book. The regent controlled half the empire and stood against the Empress Dowager as an equal. But after the male lead, the young emperor, grew up, the regent met a terrible end. Meng Wantao didn't need to think hard to know how miserable she would be as the regent's wife when that day came. She truly couldn't understand it. She was an NPC with nothing to do with the plot, content to live a quiet little life. How had she suddenly been betrothed by imperial decree to a cruel and ruthless villain? While she was still in a daze, she saw the illegitimate son from next door take the Empress Dowager's decree from the eunuch. He lifted the corner of his mouth coldly. "Her Majesty has gone to a lot of trouble on my behalf." Meng Wantao: "…?" ** Sixth Prince Gong Jue grew up in the Cold Palace. He was pure and naive, but after nearly being killed several times, he turned completely ruthless. Scheming at every step, he became the regent who held power over the whole realm. That year, he was wounded in an assassination attempt and recuperated at a villa outside the capital. The little girl living next door, who had nearly died several times herself, wasn't afraid of him in the least. Every day, she would bring him delicious food and ask if he wanted to try some. At first, he assumed she had ulterior motives. He watched everything she did with cold eyes, waiting for her to reveal her true intentions so he could take her life. Then one day, his subordinates betrayed him, and his murderous temper flared. The little girl pressed a bowl of glutinous rice balls with osmanthus and fermented rice wine into his hands, gently urging him: "You should learn to take things in stride while you're alive. Don't give up on yourself. Things will get better. Look at me. I'm living quite well, aren't I?" He didn't take in a single word she said. All he remembered was how soft and warm her hands were, melting the frost that had built up in his heart over many years. A little warming stove meets a great iceberg Please add my new story to your favorites: "The Cannon Fodder Real Heiress's Laid-Back Daily Life (Food)" (#^.^#) Blurb: Mu Zhaozhao transmigrated into a book and became the cannon-fodder real heiress in a story about a fake and real heiress. In the original book, the fake heiress, the female lead, was refined, well-read, talented, and beautiful. Her childhood-sweetheart bond with the male lead, her cousin, was the envy of everyone. Raised in the countryside, Mu Zhaozhao was inferior to the fake heiress in every way, yet always picked fights with her. She even competed with her for the male lead, and in the end, she died heartbroken and abandoned by everyone. Her only purpose was to highlight the fake heiress's kindness and virtue, and to make the relationship between the male and female leads stronger and more profound. She was merely a stumbling block on their path to love. Newly transmigrated, Mu Zhaozhao looked at her ghostly thin reflection in the mirror and furrowed her brow. She had a spiritual spring from the System and a brain. Why should she rot away in the Mu family? She wasn't going to be a cannon fodder anymore. The female lead could have her happily-ever-after on her own. She was going to lie flat and nurse herself back to health. Just as she'd made up her mind, her parents came to her looking disappointed and made an offer: "We'll give you an estate. Move out of the household and live on your own." In other words, go fend for yourself. With only a few pitiful savings to her name, she had been worrying about when she could save enough to buy a small farmstead and live out her days growing crops. Mu Zhaozhao: "!!!" ** With fields and a spiritual spring, even knowing this was a world cobbled together from many books, she could happily farm while enjoying all the romantic gossip about the various protagonists. Her little life was prosperous and fun. Until her older brother returned to the capital with a young page in tow. She stared at the page, whose features were far too elegant, and sighed. At last, someone else was a cannon fodder like her, and a great villain to boot, with an even worse ending. Out of sympathy, she would occasionally give him something to eat. She kept feeding him until one day, the great villain suddenly gave her a peachwood comb. Just as she was about to take it, she heard the young man's low voice: "A peachwood comb is a gift for your sweetheart. A Tang, would you accept?" The boy had shed his youthful awkwardness. His clear, cool eyes looked over at her, making her heart skip for no reason. Mu Zhaozhao: "?" The young man seemed extremely nervous. Even his next words trembled: "If you don't like the comb, I'll make you something else..." Mu Zhaozhao: "…" ** Because of his low birth, Nie Xun had seen all the evil in the world. That day, Miss Mu handed him an orange that had been grilled until it was blackened and burning hot. Thinking she was humiliating him like everyone else, he frowned and looked at her coldly, only to meet an unusually clear pair of eyes. "It's for your cough," she said in her gentle, smiling voice. "I just heard you coughing badly." Nie Xun, murderous aura surging: "..." That was the first time he felt that the world could be so warm. Little Scene The farmstead produced only so much, and the nobles who couldn't buy what they wanted were frantic, pulling strings everywhere just to get a taste. The heir of the Marquis's household looked earnest. "My wife has been suffering badly from morning sickness lately and wants some grapes from your farmstead. I wonder..." Looking at the male lead from a runaway-with-the-baby story, Mu Zhaozhao gossiped excitedly: "You got your wife back? That was quick!" The heir: "..." The stiff, proper Vice Minister of Works spoke with a stern face: "My wife sprained her ankle, so I've come to queue up and collect radishes for her..." Mu Chaoyang: Tsk, the old-fashioned male lead from a second-wife story has such a thoughtful side to him! Later, everyone discovered that whole carts of fruits and vegetables, which they couldn't buy even at exorbitant prices, were being delivered to a certain residence in the eastern part of the city. Everyone: That's just sour grapes. Theme: Stand on your own two feet, love yourself and love life.