Ding!
Host DNA detected. Bloodline binding successful!
Congratulations! The “Infinity” Department Store and Ecological Space, Initial Version (Lv.1), has been activated!
The crisp mechanical voice echoed inside Sang Wanwan’s mind.
For a brief moment, her consciousness went blank.
When she opened her eyes again, she realized she was no longer standing in the chaotic courtyard of the Marquis Zhen Guo’s Manor.
Instead, she found herself in an endless world of pure white.
Sang Wanwan froze.
As a top-tier operative who had spent her previous life dancing on the edge of death, she had seen almost everything imaginable.
Yet even she couldn’t help drawing in a sharp breath.
She knew this place.
Far too well.
This was the very same Infinity Department Store, the massive commercial and supply distribution center she had invested in shortly before carrying out her final classified mission in her previous life.
Back then, it had been advertised as the largest comprehensive supply hub in all of Asia.
But the version before her now was even larger.
Much larger.
So large she couldn’t see the end of it.
The space covered an area equivalent to a hundred football fields.
Towering shelves stretched toward the sky in endless rows.
Food supplies.
Medicine.
Clothing.
Daily necessities.
Fresh refrigerated goods.
Construction materials.
Everything imaginable was here.
The countless supplies floated silently in place as though someone had pressed the pause button on reality itself.
“Holy crap…”
Even Sang Wanwan couldn’t stop herself from swearing.
What was this?
A VIP cheat code personally gifted by the heavens?
With a thought, she hurried toward the nearest prepared-food section.
On one shelf sat a premium box of freshly grilled wagyu beef.
Steam still rose from the meat.
The aroma was enough to make anyone drool.
She reached out and touched it.
Warm.
The juices inside were still bubbling faintly.
That meant only one thing.
Time inside this space was completely frozen.
If food entered hot, it remained hot forever.
If ice entered frozen, it would never melt.
Not even a single drop of water.
“I’m rich…”
Her eyes immediately lit up like twin searchlights.
As someone who had grown up without security in both her previous life and this one, nothing brought greater comfort than having mountains of supplies at her disposal.
But that wasn’t all.
The deeper she explored, the more shocked she became.
The space contained far more than food and survival necessities.
There were modern weapons.
Advanced medical equipment.
Heavy machinery.
Even excavators and armored riot-control vehicles stood neatly stored inside.
It was as though someone had taken the finest achievements of modern civilization and placed them directly in front of her.
With these resources, forget surviving exile.
She could practically build an empire from scratch in this ancient world.
Then she discovered something even more outrageous.
Walking into the hardware section, her eyes settled on a massive safe weighing several hundred pounds.
“Store.”
She silently gave the command.
Whoosh!
The safe instantly vanished.
In the next moment, it appeared in a corner of the space.
Sang Wanwan’s eyes widened.
She experimented several more times.
The results quickly became clear.
As long as an item had no owner, or was judged by the space to belong to a hostile target, she could collect it instantly.
All she needed to do was lock onto it with her gaze, touch it with her fingertips, and mentally issue the command.
The object would immediately disappear into storage.
This was practically a divine ability designed specifically for looting without paying.
“Marquis’s Manor…”
Sang Wanwan rubbed the black wooden ring on her left index finger.
A dangerous smile appeared on her lips.
You want to steal my mother’s dowry?
Fine.
Tonight, I’ll teach you what true bankruptcy looks like.
Not even your underwear will be left behind.
…
Her consciousness returned to reality.
Night had already fallen.
Sang Wanwan had not yet been escorted out of the capital.
Instead, along with the female relatives and servants of the Ninth Prince’s Residence, she had been locked inside a dilapidated woodshed behind the prince’s residence.
It served as a temporary holding area before exile.
At dawn, they would be handed over to the officials responsible for transporting criminals to Kuhan Province.
The road ahead was essentially a journey toward death.
The woodshed smelled awful.
Mold.
Rot.
Stale urine.
The air was thick with misery.
The elderly dowager consorts and longtime servants who had once enjoyed luxurious lives now huddled in corners like frightened quails.
Some sobbed quietly.
Others muttered curses under their breath.
Some cursed the Emperor for his ruthlessness.
Others blamed Sang Wanwan, calling her a jinx who had brought disaster to the Ninth Prince’s Residence the moment she arrived.
Leaning against the drafty wooden door, Sang Wanwan folded her arms across her chest.
She ignored every word.
Instead, she closed her eyes and carefully mapped out tonight’s looting route.
First stop.
Her scumbag father’s treasury.
Second.
Sang Rourou’s room.
Clothes, jewelry, valuables, everything would be collected.
Third.
The kitchens.
No grain, oil, or seasoning would be spared.
Perfect.
Listening to the changing shifts of Imperial Guards outside, she rubbed the ring on her finger.
A smile worthy of a final boss slowly appeared on her face.
The show was about to begin.
Just then—
A loud rumbling sound suddenly echoed from the darkest, dampest corner of the woodshed.
Grrrrrr…
The noise was exceptionally noticeable in the otherwise silent room.
Someone’s stomach was growling.
Loudly.
Sang Wanwan’s smile disappeared.
Frowning, she turned her head.
A tall figure was curled up on a pile of straw in the shadows.
Using the faint moonlight filtering through the cracks in the door, she finally got a clear look at the person’s face.
For the first time in a long while, Sang Wanwan was genuinely stunned.
Even after seeing countless celebrity heartthrobs in her previous life, she couldn’t help feeling impressed.
The man’s appearance was absurdly handsome.
As though the Creator had personally spent extra effort crafting him.
Sharp brows.
Bright eyes.
A high, elegant nose.
Perfectly sculpted features.
Under the moonlight, his pale complexion carried a fragile beauty that made him seem almost unreal.
If not for the expensive dragon-patterned robe now covered in dirt and dust…
If not for his messy hair and the streak of black soot smeared across one cheek…
He would have been more than enough to drive every young woman in the capital into a frenzy.
This…
Was the infamous Ninth Prince?
The legendary God of War who had once terrified enemies across the empire?
The prince who later became known as a madman and a fool?
At that moment, Zongzheng Zhan was sitting on the straw pile, clutching half of a stale black-flour bun.
The bun had long since spoiled.
It was so hard it looked capable of breaking teeth.
Yet he held it with both hands like precious treasure.
Like a starving giant puppy, he opened his mouth and prepared to take a massive bite.
Perhaps sensing her gaze—
Zongzheng Zhan suddenly paused.
He lowered the bun.
Then slowly lifted his head.
His eyes met hers.
Those eyes were beautiful.
Far too beautiful.
Peach blossom eyes that should have belonged to a charming prince in a romance novel.
Yet the expression inside them was startlingly simple.
Clear.
Innocent.
Hopelessly foolish.
The gaze of a man who looked completely harmless.
And now, those overly pretty eyes were staring straight at Sang Wanwan.