Having already figured things out, Jiang Yichu didn’t show anything on her face.

She raised an eyebrow and asked Jiang Sirou, “You’ve been staring at my necklace. Do you like it?”

The way she asked practically hinted at something.

Jiang Sirou’s eyes lit up instantly, and she nodded eagerly.

“It is quite pretty.”

A smug smile curled on her lips as her gaze swept over Jiang Yichu’s face with disdain.

Hah. This country bumpkin isn’t completely stupid—she knows she needs to curry favor with me if she wants to survive in this family.

Is this her way of apologizing for earlier?

Lifting her chin slightly, Jiang Sirou extended her hand, waiting for Jiang Yichu to offer the necklace.

But after holding her palm out for quite a while, Jiang Yichu didn’t move.

Confused, Jiang Sirou turned to look at her.

“Then take a good look.”

Jiang Yichu smiled, hooking the cord around her finger and swinging the pendant lightly in front of her eyes.

There was teasing in her gaze.

She was clearly playing her.

Jiang Sirou realized it instantly.

New grudges and old resentment surged together as she raised her hand—

But one look from Jiang Yichu stopped her cold before she could strike.

Right. She couldn’t act rashly.

Her mother was right—swapping marriages was the most important thing right now.

If she hit Jiang Yichu and their parents decided she was too temperamental to help her, what then?

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Sirou forcibly swallowed her anger.

“Hmph. It’s just a cheap pendant. Only someone like you would treasure it. A country bumpkin really has no taste!”

She was getting anxious.

With that small test, Jiang Yichu was now completely certain—

The pendant really was the space.

She didn’t respond.

But Jiang Sirou still wasn’t satisfied. She stepped closer and lowered her voice.

“Jiang Yichu, remember this. I originally planned to give you the Liang family, but you insisted on ruining your life by marrying some nobody from the countryside. Don’t blame me now.”

In her eyes, any man willing to flash-marry a country girl had to be either a thug or a drifter.

A smug, superior look flashed through her eyes—like a peacock puffing itself up.

Jiang Yichu lowered her gaze and let out a quiet, cold laugh.

“Is that so?”

“Then after all your scheming… why does it seem like you’re the one who’ll end up marrying into the Liang family?”

It didn’t take much thought.

The Ying family arrangement was only verbal.

But the Liang family had a formal childhood engagement—written and binding.

Now that Jiang Yichu was married, Jiang Sirou was the only daughter left.

Even if Madam Jiang doted on her, she’d have no choice but to send her.

That single sentence hit the mark.

Jiang Sirou’s expression cracked.

“Mind your own business!”

“Worry about yourself instead!”

She shot Jiang Yichu a contemptuous glance. “Marrying some unknown lowlife—do you think the Jiang family will keep you around to embarrass them?”

With a loud bang, she stormed out and slammed the door.

—

As if this were some place worth staying.

Jiang Yichu scoffed, locked the door, and pulled open a drawer beneath the dressing table.

After rummaging for a while, she found a fruit knife.

She planned to bind the space first.

The blade pressed against her skin, cold and sharp.

…A bit painful. She couldn’t quite bring herself to do it.

After a moment’s thought, she searched again and switched to a sewing kit.

After sterilizing a needle with a match, she shut her eyes and jabbed her fingertip—

Lightly, but firmly.

A flash of white light burst before her eyes!

The moment her blood dripped onto the jade pendant, a swirl of white mist pulled her in.

When the mist cleared, she found herself standing before a vast expanse of black soil.

A floating panel appeared in midair:

This land supports one-click planting and harvesting. Use it freely.

Nice.

She walked forward.

Ahead was a winding stream.

The water was crystal clear. Squatting down, she tasted it—it was sweet.

Another panel appeared:

This is a spirit spring. It strengthens the body, enhances beauty, and can accelerate plant growth when used for irrigation. It also improves the flavor of food.

All practical functions.

Her adoptive family had favored sons over daughters. The original owner had been malnourished for years—her body was weak, and she’d be out of breath after just a few steps.

She urgently needed to improve her health.

Without hesitation, Jiang Yichu scooped up some spring water and drank it.

The cool, sweet liquid slid down her throat.

Almost instantly, her body felt lighter.

And it had beauty benefits too.

She needed that just as much.

Years of malnutrition and farm work had left her skin rough and marked with acne scars.

No matter how beautiful her features were, dull skin ruined everything.

In truth, the original owner was very pretty.

Jiang Yichu had looked in the mirror.

Large dark eyes, clear whites, soft under-eye fullness—just improving her complexion a little would make her a gentle, radiant beauty.

There was no rush.

She used the spring water to wash her face several times.

Only when her fingertips turned cool did she stand and continue forward.

There was still a two-story wooden house in the distance.

It looked old, as if it hadn’t been used in a long time.

She pushed open the door—

—and found a storage room.

Inside were piles of nourishing medicinal herbs and medical books—both traditional Chinese and Western medicine.

This ancestral jade pendant of Ying Zheng… was related to medicine?

Or did the space adapt itself to its owner?

A thought flashed through her mind.

Then the second floor must be—

She ran upstairs.

And was stunned.

The entire room was filled with medical equipment.

Surgical tools, basic Western medicine, trauma supplies, IV equipment—everything.

Not as advanced as modern technology, but—

In surgery, a doctor’s skill mattered far more than equipment.

With this space, maintaining her surgical skills would never be a problem.

A surgeon needed to keep their “hand feel.”

Jiang Yichu stayed inside for a full hour before coming out.

She had just lain down—

When Jiang Sirou’s crying from next door reached her ears again.

“Alright, it’s not that big of a deal. Stop crying.”

Madam Jiang sounded irritated, but still more concerned for her daughter.

“How about this—Mom promises you. Tomorrow, I’ll drive that girl out. Okay?”