The Powerful Minister's Little Nemesis Only Wants to Farm

All I did was take a tumble, so how did I end up inside a farming novel? And not just as some foolish, disposable female side character, either. I had to marry a giant rooster, my family was so poor we couldn’t even afford wild-greens gruel, my husband lay in bed half-dead, my father-in-law was missing, my frail mother-in-law was an easy target, my three brothers-in-law treated me like dirt, my own father cared only about having a son and ignored me, and the max-level green-tea heroine kept taking potshots at me... As a biology PhD, Yan Mingyu wasn’t fazed by any of it. If her husband was half-dead, she’d fight poison with poison. Her mother-in-law and brothers-in-law needed a little training. And that green-tea heroine who kept taking potshots? No problem. She’d strip away her protagonist’s halo. Farming, raising livestock, weaving, dyeing cloth, making poison, saving lives, and occasionally delivering divine prophecies: before long, everyone revered her as a fairy descended from heaven. Yan Mingyu didn’t care about any of that. She just wanted to go home. But her husband, who had risen to power over the realm in just a few short years, kept breaking his word and changing his mind, and was always finding ways to trip her up. “Didn’t we agree to divorce? You marry your childhood sweetheart, and we go our separate ways, each back to our own homes?” “We never put it in writing, so it doesn’t count!” You bastard! I can’t live like this anymore!