Farmstead Space: I Saved the Villain, and Now He Won't Leave Me Alone

Yu Qingning, a military doctor from the 30th century, transmigrated to ancient times and became a frail farm girl who was out of breath after taking a few steps. Born weak? No problem. She had a medical space, so she was sure to be up and running in no time, able to climb mountains, cross seas, and do anything. Dirt poor? No problem. She made delicious food and opened workshops, and before long she became the richest person in the country. The clinics she founded grew into a nationwide chain, and countless physicians looked up to her as their role model. She went to the battlefield and treated countless soldiers, earning herself the title of Divine Physician. But Yu Qingning couldn’t understand why the man she had saved on a whim because she found him handsome wouldn’t leave her alone. How had this man become the renowned Prince Dingbei of Great Zhou? What, he wanted to marry her and make her his princess consort? Yu Qingning thought it over. He seemed like a decent guy, so she might as well marry him. At least he was very handsome, so she wouldn’t be losing out. The wickedly handsome man raised an eyebrow, secretly pleased. It seemed that having a good-looking face really did come in handy. Shu Jinbai had crawled out from heaps of bones. He was no longer the carefree young general who had once galloped around recklessly. Burdened with a blood feud, his heart held nothing but overwhelming hatred. But later, the luckiest thing that ever happened to him was being saved by a young woman when he was near death, and then meeting the person he wanted to love with his life. A gorgeous, badass heroine who pretends to be frail but is actually a big shot vs. a charming, scheming, patient young general bent on revenge Bonus Scene: One day, a man whom Yu Qingning had beaten half to death went to Shu Jinbai to complain. Shu Jinbai raised an eyebrow and said innocently, “My wife is the kindest person, and she’s delicate and frail. How could she possibly hit anyone?” Yu Qingning’s voice turned coaxing. “Be good.” Shu Jinbai obediently replied, “Mm.” The man who’d complained: Deceased.