Exiled from the Start? A Supermarket Space Pampers the Frail Young Lord

[Feel-Good Revenge] [Face-Slapping] [Spatial Supplies] [Play the Pig to Eat the Tiger]

The moment Jiang Ruan opened her eyes, she found herself a cannon-fodder legitimate daughter, forced to marry in place of someone else to a supposedly “living corpse” heir.

The wedding ceremony had barely ended when an imperial edict arrived, ordering the entire family to be arrested and exiled.

She rolled up her sleeves and stashed the entire Duke's residence's storehouses in her portable, unlimited supermarket.

Her awful relatives on her mother's side sneered at her?

Just wait until they starve to death on the road to exile.

While everyone else chewed tree bark and drank muddy water, she pushed a cart carrying her breathtakingly handsome, comatose husband. She secretly fed him premium bird's nest soup, tucked him under a soft cotton blanket, and livestreamed her meals right beside his ear every day. “Husband, we're having braised pork today. Take a good sniff and try to stay alive for a few more years.”

What she didn't know was that the heir's soul had not been sealed away, and he was fully conscious. He was forced to listen as she complained about the emperor, felt his abs, and plotted a route home, all while a stream of emotional commentary raced through his mind.

On a snowy night beyond the frontier, the barbarians surrounded them. The man who had lain there for three thousand miles, “unable to even move a finger,” suddenly opened his eyes, blood-red gaze blazing. With one hand, he crushed the enemy general's skull. “You feed me meat every day, my wife. When are you planning to... satisfy me?”

The God of War awakens and fights his way back to the capital to purge the court. With tens of thousands of tons of military provisions at her disposal, how will Jiang Ruan seize control of the nation's economic lifeline?

This time, she wants everything back, with interest.