I Turned a Palace Intrigue Novel Into a Farming Story

Reborn as the Fourth Prince's secondary consort in the Kangxi era, Qiang Rui hadn't even made it to her wedding night before she was handed a cup of "soothing tea." The man held out the teacup, his expression cool. "I have no desire to indulge in romantic entanglements." I downed it in one gulp, then turned and hoisted a hoe over my shoulder. He trampled my flower garden flat, so I planted radishes all over his study. He sneered. "Qiang, what exactly do you want?" I squatted in the imperial garden, wiping the sweat from my brow. "To farm. Don't bother me." Then one day, he knelt before me, his voice hoarse. "Please, give me one more chance..." I pressed a handful of seeds into his hand. "Start by turning over this plot of land."