Raided and Exiled: The Heiress Uses Her Spatial Realm to Lead Her Family in a Bloody Fight

[Pocket dimension + farming in exile + winning back his wife + competing men + a cold-faced, petty ancient general vs. a transmigrated heiress] Xiao Yao died unexpectedly and transmigrated into the body of a love-struck woman. Her father lost a huge sum of military pay, her heartless mother-in-law and sister-in-law swindled her out of her dowry, and her husband coldly cast her aside! From the start, she was dealt a terrible hand, but Xiao Yao wasn’t afraid. She had a pocket dimension! Her mother-in-law was cruel, so Xiao Yao emptied the storerooms she had spent decades filling. Her sister-in-law was vicious, so Xiao Yao took back her enormous betrothal gifts and dowry. As for the divorce papers, she wouldn’t accept them. With a little clever maneuvering, she made her scumbag husband hand her a divorce agreement instead! With a fortune in tow, Xiao Yao accompanied her family on a thousand-mile exile. She split from her relatives, cut ties, kicked out the worst of them, bought mountains and farmland, and opened a pharmaceutical factory. At first, she had only one goal: clear her father’s name and lead her whole family back to the capital in glory. But after becoming the richest person under heaven, just as she was hoping to kick back and do nothing, an imperial decree summoned her to the palace to become a Noble Consort. The foolish emperor wanted to reap without working? She wanted nothing more than to roam wherever she pleased and flirt with handsome men across the land. For the sake of this grand ambition, she might as well rebel! ...A glimpse of the romance: Her former husband, the top scholar, once said, “Xiao Yao, even if you strip naked, don’t think I’ll touch you!” Now he begs shyly, “Yaoyao, if you don’t want to strip, I’ll do it!” The sensitive, suspicious, lovesick prince: “Miss Xiao, marry me or die. You choose!” The sweet puppy has turned into a wolf in sheep’s clothing and bared his fangs: “Sis, I can fight on the battlefield and cook in the kitchen. If you want my kingdom, both it and the throne are yours!” Then there’s the overbearing, decisive man of few words. He barges into the Golden Throne Hall, takes off his armor, and advances on her step by step: “I hear His Majesty likes men with eight-pack abs...”