Transmigrating to the Countryside: The Princess Consort Is No Pushover

Synopsis: Ordinary Wu Wanjiao accidentally drowned at the seaside while on vacation and transmigrated! As a commoner, Wu Wanjiao had only ever learned the meaning of “powerful and influential clan” from books and television. She never expected to experience it firsthand after transmigrating, though only from a distance. What does “from a distance” mean? Well, her great-great-grandfather was the emperor, so you could say that was close. But now, her great-great-grandson could only count as a distant branch of the family, five generations removed. And as for the “powerful” part, she wasn’t even remotely connected to the edges of the edges of power, a hundred thousand miles from its center. So, would you call that far or what? And then there was the rogue of a father at her side and her meek mother. What kind of situation was this? Still, her rogue of a father kept them fed and clothed, and at least he never beat them. Her meek mother might lack initiative, but she loved her son and daughter. As a descendant of the imperial clan, Wu Wanjiao figured that as long as she was content and knew how to enjoy life, things could be pretty good. But things didn’t go as she hoped. Just as Wu Wanjiao was nearing her coming-of-age ceremony, the imperial clan and her family “sacrificed” her. Wu Wanjiao sighed at her fate. Heavens, all I did was turn out a little pretty. But can someone born into the imperial family really be a runt? And all I did was have fair skin. Didn’t I inherit that from my mother? Otherwise, why would my handsome, dashing father have married a meek concubine’s daughter back then? With no choice, Wu Wanjiao decided to make the best of wherever she landed. Fine, she’d marry. So what if it was in the far north? If other people could live there, so could she. Oh! The King of the North was giving her ten qing of land and leaving her to fend for herself. Wu Wanjiao covered her mouth and giggled. This was great! What? Barren land? Wu Wanjiao, so furious her head throbbed, shouted, “It’s only saline soil. No big deal!” She channeled water to flush the fields, raised livestock for manure, and planted trees to fend off the sandstorms. It was hard, sure, but wasn’t there an old saying: “Where there’s a will, there’s a way”? At least now she didn’t have to worry about food and drink. Settling down on these ten qing of land was so comfortable. But hey, you there! Who said you could take the rice and flour from my granary? She grabbed a kitchen knife and went straight after them. What in the world was going on? A handsome-man ploy? Hmph, that wouldn’t work on her. Better to sit down and talk. As long as there was money, they could work something out. What? What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours? Dream on. She shut the door in his face! Watch an ordinary girl make a life for herself in ancient times.