I Picked Up an Emperor and Took Him Farming

"Could I have transmigrated?"

Mu Rong lowered her head to examine the dirty, tattered tunic she was wearing and the scarred hands that were clearly much smaller than they should be. Her brows knitted tightly as she murmured to herself.

Before she could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through her temples, piercing to the bone, as if a knife were splitting her brain in two.

Suddenly, memories that did not belong to her surged into her mind like a raging tide...