Chapter 1: Confiscation and Exile? Gather All the Supplies

“What should we do? The Prince’s Manor is about to be confiscated, and we might even be exiled.”

“The Prince was summoned to the palace and hasn’t returned. What can we lowly servants possibly do?”

“But exile means death! Our Prince clearly won the battle, yet he’s ended up having his estate confiscated…”

Jiang Wan opened her eyes in confusion and saw two young girls dressed in green rushing out of the room. Outside, it was noisy and chaotic, sounding like things were being smashed.

This scene… strangely resembled a historical drama being filmed.

But she had died during a mission while using her supernatural powers. Could this be the afterlife?

Her head buzzed as a flood of unfamiliar memories surged into her brain, making it ache. But she came to two conclusions.

First, she had transmigrated—become the malicious supporting character in a novel who married through unscrupulous means.

Second, disaster was imminent. On the second day of her wedding, she was about to be exiled along with her husband’s family. The original owner had brought this on herself by scheming, probably dying from sheer rage.

There was no time to process everything. Jiang Wan sprang up—exile meant being sent to the savage wilderness. She absolutely couldn’t sit and wait for death.

Luckily, since the original host wasn’t favored, no one was paying attention to her right now. Jiang Wan quickly used her powers to transfer all of her dowry from the storeroom into her spatial space.

Yes, she wasn’t just a psychic—she was also a divine doctor with a medical space, packed with life-saving supplies and equipment from her past life.

But surviving in a barren wilderness would require far more, so she had to stockpile resources fast.

After transferring all the dowry from her courtyard, Jiang Wan wrinkled her nose—what a stingy father. Despite the number of chests, nothing was worth much.

Still, Jiang Wan had a “pluck every feather” mentality—cheap or not, she took it all. Stepping outside, she saw the manor in chaos, everyone running around like headless chickens.

Yet no one spared her a glance. Suddenly, a disheveled woman caught sight of Jiang Wan and immediately snapped viciously:

“Jiang Wan, this is all your fault! You still have the nerve to show your face? You’re going to drag me down with you!”

Jiang Wan searched her memory. This was Shen Qian, the original host’s arch-enemy. Unable to marry Jiang Wan’s man—the War Prince—Shen Qian had settled for his cousin Song Chen instead.

Whether deliberately or not, she had even chosen to marry on the same day as the original host.

“The Prince was urgently summoned to the palace, and the verdict isn’t even out yet. Instead of thinking how to deal with it, you come pestering me? Are you insane?”

Jiang Wan’s expression turned cold. She didn’t want to waste time arguing—she had things to do.

But Shen Qian clung to her shamelessly. Annoyed, Jiang Wan kicked her away and warned her fiercely:

“Don’t mess with me!!!”

With a gust of wind at her feet, Jiang Wan stormed off. If not for the fact that the original host owed her husband, Song Jiuyuan, a debt of gratitude, she’d have already fled.

But now that she inhabited this body, she’d repay that debt before leaving. She couldn’t abandon him when he was down.

The Prince had already been summoned to the palace, and the imperial edict for confiscation would arrive soon. Jiang Wan had no time to lose.

“Jiang Wan!”

Shen Qian tumbled to the ground, her hairpins scattered, clothes disheveled, and a bump forming on her head. She nearly passed out from rage, but by then, Jiang Wan had already vanished.

Jiang Wan was busy raiding supplies. To avoid running into more time-wasters like Shen Qian, she directly used her powers to teleport.

Aside from her “dead husband’s” private stash, she cleaned out all the storerooms in the manor, even the kitchen.

Everyone was so panicked that no one noticed her sneaky moves.

Then, she headed to her maiden home—the Ministry of Rites. According to the book, her dowry had been embezzled by her stepmother. Jiang Wan wasn’t about to let that slide.

She zipped over to the Minister’s wife’s private vault. Good heavens—silks, jewels, decorative pieces, books, and more…

This woman was merely a concubine-born wife. Clearly, these belonged to Jiang Wan’s real mother. Without hesitation, Jiang Wan took everything—not even leaving a single strand of thread.

She even cleaned out the kitchen—grains, vegetables, everything. On her way there, she overheard her scumbag father speaking:

“That War Prince is really unlucky. I thought he’d be rewarded for winning the battle, so I hurried to marry my daughter off. Who would’ve thought the emperor would be so unpredictable?”

“Husband, what should we do then? We have so many people here. We can’t be implicated.”

“We must sever all ties! Break the relationship!”

The man’s voice was resolute. Jiang Wan paused mid-step. If that’s how it is, don’t blame her for being merciless!

She had intended to leave them a bit. But now, she doubled back to the Ministry’s main vault and took everything—jewels, food, you name it.

She even emptied the personal stores of her half-siblings. Truly, not a grain of rice was left behind.

Thinking of her husband, Jiang Wan recalled more plot. The one who sabotaged them was the Sixth Prince—the novel’s male lead—and the damn emperor.

No matter how great his achievements, the emperor would discard anyone he couldn’t control. Jiang Wan hated these two father and son jerks, so she wasn’t letting them off the hook.

She teleported to the Sixth Prince’s mansion. Whoa—it was swimming in riches.

Jiang Wan rubbed her hands in glee and got to work. Compared to the Ministry’s mundane jewels, the Sixth Prince had gathered rare treasures. She took them all.

After sweeping through several storerooms, she found a hidden underground vault.

Inside? Crates of gold and food, even high-grade weapons. Clearly a man preparing to rebel, huh?

Take it! No way she’d leave it for the enemy.

With a wave of her hand, she emptied the vault and teleported to the palace.

The palace had tighter security, so for the sake of the common people, she didn’t go too far—only looted the emperor and empress’s private vaults.

After all, the empress once called the original host a “cheap woman!”

And since the imperial chefs were legendary, Jiang Wan swiped everything from the imperial kitchen before leaving.

By the time she huffed back to the War Prince’s manor, the confiscation troops were just about to arrive. She didn’t even have time for a sip of water—but she remembered one last food warehouse that was out of the way. She had to clean that out too!

Finally back in her courtyard, no one had noticed her absence. Tsk, the original host was truly unloved.

Jiang Wan sat down and took a sip of water. Her consciousness entered her space, and seeing the piles of gleaming treasures, she grinned ear to ear.

Too bad she didn’t have more time. Otherwise, she would’ve bought some goodies from the best eateries in the capital.

Outside, the sound of smashing and crying filled the air. Jiang Wan knew—

They’re here!

The confiscation team had arrived!

She quickly grabbed some pastries from her space to fill her stomach, then dusted her hands and calmly walked to the front courtyard.

By the time she arrived, the place was a mess—scattered junk everywhere and noble ladies crying on their knees.

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