Fantasy
[Time travel between past and present + dual worlds + exile + power couple + farming + base-building]
Before her mother is even buried, her father brings his mistress home and cuts off their father-daughter relationship.
Left penniless, Meng Qianqian returns to the countryside to inherit her grandfather’s farm.
What she doesn’t expect is that the warehouse on the property can shuttle between ancient and modern times.
By chance, she meets a deposed crown prince who shares her misfortune. Exiled to a barren frontier, he leads his clansmen and slaves, lacking food and clothing—yet he never forgets kindness.
In exchange for a single sack of rice, he gives her a rare ancient breed of sheep. One breeding yields twelve thousand! A brand-new premium breed—tender, delicious meat, the “Hermès of sheep”—and she skyrockets to wealth overnight.
The deposed crown prince continues sending over extinct plants, animals, ancient texts…
A famine and food shortage? She’s got supplies.
A blizzard approaching? Yurts shipped over immediately.
Barren land beyond the frontier that can’t be farmed? Try Northeast rice.
No irrigation? Waterworks too difficult? She introduces advanced salt-making techniques, builds paper mills, textile factories, lime kilns, and improved iron-smelting methods from scratch…
Little by little, the once desolate wasteland transforms into a thriving paradise.
As the crown prince wages war across the land and stands on the brink of claiming the throne, he suddenly drops to one knee:
“Goddess, you care for all under heaven and bless the common people. I humbly ask you to ascend the throne!”
A lively, self-aware parody that pokes fun at melodrama by being melodramatic in reverse.
After waking up one day, the neglected and unloved goddess Luan Ling finds herself transformed into Si Zhuo, the notorious young tyrant of the Dragon Clan—famous throughout the realms for blowing up a school.
All she wanted was to lie low, snack on gossip, crack jokes, and quietly coast through her very, very, very long life.
Unfortunately, that dream is instantly shattered.
The once cold and distant Heavenly Empress:
“This silly girl—how is it that the more I scold her, the more outrageously she ascends?! ”
The brother who always saw her as a rival:
“Wait—weren’t we just trash-talking? Why did you start throwing punches?! ”
The scumbag ex, righteously punished and permanently ‘neutered’:
“Could this be the legendary Heavenly Root-Severing Technique?! So, this… this is what it feels like… to have one’s immortal bones stripped away…”