Farming in the Cold Palace

Overnight, she transmigrates into an unwanted empress abandoned in the Cold Palace. What? The palace has cut off her food and daily necessities? No problem, she has her own pocket dimension and plenty of grain. What? The emperor is a greasy, overweight middle-aged man? No problem, she'll sell books, save up enough silver, and leave the palace. What? This impossibly handsome man standing before her is actually the emperor? His handsome face draws closer and closer. “My beloved consort, where are you going?”