After leaving her scumbag father’s study, Sang Wanwan briskly headed toward Qingya Courtyard in the eastern wing.
This was the most luxurious residence in the entire Marquis Manor, blessed with the best feng shui and the finest furnishings.
It should have belonged to her, the legitimate daughter of the Marquis family.
Instead, it had been occupied by Sang Rourou, the fake heiress who had stolen her place, for more than a decade.
“What’s mine comes back to me. What you stole, you return. What you ate, you spit back out.”
Humming a cheerful tune under her breath, Sang Wanwan casually pushed open the door to Sang Rourou’s bedroom.
The room was empty, but expensive calming incense still burned in the air. Clearly, the servants had prepared everything in advance while waiting for their mistress to return.
A cold smile tugged at Sang Wanwan’s lips.
With a thought, her space opened.
The first thing she targeted was the row of intricately carved wardrobes.
The moment she opened the doors, dazzling colors nearly blinded her.
Tribute silk from Jiangnan.
Rare Shu brocade worth a fortune per bolt.
Luxurious gowns embroidered with gold thread and sewn with pearls.
Three enormous wardrobes were packed to the brim.
“Well, look at that. Quite the collection. These should make excellent rags on the exile journey.”
She waved her hand.
“Store.”
In the blink of an eye, all three wardrobes were completely empty.
Not even a single mothball remained.
Next came the dressing table.
The redwood tabletop was covered with jewelry boxes of every size.
Opening them revealed treasures everywhere.
Golden phoenix hairpins.
Imperial-green jade bracelets.
Ruby earrings the size of pigeon eggs.
The collection was dazzling.
“You’re certainly rich. I wonder how much of this was bought using my mother’s dowry.”
Without a shred of guilt, Sang Wanwan swept everything away.
The jewelry.
The boxes.
Even the crystal-clear imported glass mirror from overseas.
Everything vanished into her space.
And she wasn’t finished.
The antique vases on the display shelves.
The famous paintings hanging on the walls.
Even the expensive window gauze.
Anything that wasn’t nailed down disappeared under her ruthless Three-Clean Sweep Policy.
By the time she finished, the entire room had become little more than four empty walls.
Then her gaze landed on the massive bed in the center of the room.
This wasn’t an ordinary bed.
It was a priceless masterpiece crafted from premium golden nanmu wood, covered in elaborate carvings of dragons and phoenixes.
Warm in winter.
Cool in summer.
A luxury beyond imagination.
Walking over, she placed a hand on one of the carved bedposts.
“Such fine wood. Leaving it with you would be a complete waste.”
“Hand it over.”
“Store.”
The gigantic canopy bed vanished instantly.
So did the embroidered silk bedding, the luxurious Suzhou silk quilts, and the thick silk-and-down mattress.
Satisfied, Sang Wanwan dusted off her hands and left the room.
Next stop.
The Marquis Manor’s main kitchen.
The road to exile stretched for thousands of miles.
Not only would the conditions be harsh, but the guards would almost certainly skim off supplies along the way.
An army marches on its stomach.
Food always came first.
Since her space preserved everything indefinitely, failing to stockpile supplies would practically be a crime.
With a kick, she blasted open the kitchen doors.
The Marquis Manor truly lived up to its noble reputation.
This single kitchen was larger than the entire courtyard of an ordinary family.
She headed straight for the grain storage area.
Mountains of premium flour.
Freshly harvested blush rice.
Huge vats of sesame oil and soybean oil.
The sight was enough to make anyone dizzy.
“Store! Store! Store!”
Sang Wanwan transformed into a merciless vacuum cleaner.
Wherever she passed, nothing remained.
Thousands of pounds of grain and oil disappeared into her storage space in moments.
Next came the meat section.
Dozens of cured hams, smoked pork slabs, and sausages hung from the ceiling beams.
Fresh pork.
Fat chickens.
Plump ducks.
All neatly prepared and ready for cooking.
“Not leaving a single feather behind.”
With another thought, every piece of meat vanished.
Then came the vegetables.
The seasonings.
The spices.
Even the most expensive items, fine salt, sugar, star anise, cinnamon, and countless other spices, were completely wiped out.
After emptying all the food supplies, her attention shifted to the cookware.
Large iron cauldrons.
Stored.
They could always be sold later for scrap metal.
Sets of blue-and-white porcelain dishes.
Silver chopsticks.
Purple clay tea sets.
Stored.
Finally, she noticed stacks of dried firewood piled in the corner and strings of red chili peppers and garlic hanging from the walls.
One wave of her hand.
Gone.
The enormous kitchen was now so clean that any mouse entering would probably burst into tears before leaving.
After finishing with the kitchen, Sang Wanwan still wasn’t satisfied.
She leisurely made her way toward the heart of the Marquis Manor.
The main hall.
This was where her father entertained high-ranking officials and displayed the family’s wealth and prestige.
Naturally, the valuable furnishings didn’t survive her arrival.
The rosewood chairs.
The towering coral displays.
All had already disappeared into her space moments after she entered.
Now the hall stood completely empty.
Yet Sang Wanwan remained in the center of the room, stroking her chin thoughtfully.
“Feels like something’s still missing.”
Her gaze slowly lowered.
Moonlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the floor beneath her feet.
The polished surface glowed with a smooth, jade-like luster.
This wasn’t ordinary stone.
It was white marble.
Every tile was extraordinarily expensive and fitted together with flawless precision.
Sang Wanwan’s eyes immediately lit up.
“No wasting valuable materials.”
She crouched down and placed both palms against the marble floor.
Then she activated a unique function of her space.
Uproot Completely.
An outrageously overpowered collection method that ignored physical connections and forcibly separated objects from their surroundings.
“Up!”
The moment she gave the command, something incredible happened.
The marble tiles beneath her feet vanished layer by layer as if an invisible giant shovel were scraping them away.
One section after another disappeared into her space.
Less than thirty seconds later, the entire floor of the main hall had sunk nearly half a foot.
The elegant marble flooring was gone.
In its place remained uneven yellow dirt that smelled faintly of damp earth.
“Much better.”
Sang Wanwan stood and dusted off her hands.
Just as she was about to leave, she glanced upward.
The hall’s ceiling was supported by three massive load-bearing beams.
Under the moonlight, she recognized the distinctive grain pattern immediately.
“Hundred-year-old rosewood?”
“Wow. Looks like my dear father really spent his stolen money on appearances.”
Wood of this quality was incredibly valuable.
Hard as iron.
Resistant to fire and water.
Worth a fortune on the black market.
“I worked so hard marrying that fool in your place. Taking a few beams shouldn’t be too much to ask.”
With a light step, she leaped gracefully onto the overhead framework.
One hand gripped the beam.
The other pressed against the wood.
“Store!”
Whoosh!
The largest supporting beam disappeared instantly.
The moment it vanished, the roof emitted a horrifying groan.
Creak…
Crack…
Tiles shifted overhead.
Dust rained down from every direction.
The once majestic main hall instantly became a dangerous structure on the verge of collapse.
“Oh dear.”
“Looks like this construction quality isn’t very good.”
“Probably collapses if the wind blows too hard.”
Landing lightly on the ground, Sang Wanwan admired her handiwork and snapped her fingers in satisfaction.
She turned to leave.
Then suddenly stopped near her father’s study.
“Almost forgot the most important part.”
She doubled back.
Inside the study, Sang Deben and Sang Rourou remained unconscious exactly where she’d left them.
Walking over, she examined her father’s luxurious brocade robe, embroidered with golden cranes.
“Nice clothes.”
“Too bad they look like a dragon robe on a dog.”
Without hesitation, she squatted beside him and began stripping him.
Outer robe.
Inner robe.
Belt.
Boots adorned with precious eastern pearls.
Nothing escaped her grasp.
When she was finished, the mighty Marquis Zhen Guo’s State was left wearing only a thin pair of white underpants.
“A family should always stay together.”
Her gaze shifted toward Sang Rourou.
The exact same treatment followed.
By the time Sang Wanwan finished, the fake heiress had been stripped down to her undergarments as well.
The chilly autumn breeze swept through the study’s now-empty windows.
Father and daughter simultaneously shivered in their sleep.
Together, they looked like two freshly plucked chickens.
“All done. Time to clock out.”
Sang Wanwan clapped her hands happily.
Now this was what she called being kicked out with nothing.
She hadn’t merely taken every coin in the manor.
She had practically scraped away the foundation itself.
With a light push from her toes, her figure shot into the night like a black swallow.
Silently, she cleared the towering walls of the Marquis Manor.
The moment her feet landed in the stone-paved alley outside, a crisp mechanical notification rang through her mind.
Ding!
[Detected: Host has accumulated sufficient wealth.]
[Infinite Space System is upgrading…]
[Upgrade complete!]
[Current Space Level: Lv. 2]
[Congratulations! New functions unlocked.]
[One Hundred Acres of Black Soil]
[Universal Healing Spirit Spring]
Sang Wanwan froze.
Her eyes widened.
Then pure delight exploded across her beautiful face.
Black soil?
A spirit spring?
These were legendary cheat abilities straight out of top-tier farming novels.
With those two assets, forget surviving exile in Kuhan Province.
Even if she were thrown into the middle of a desert, she could build a paradise with her bare hands.
Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down.
Then she slowly raised her head.
Her gaze traveled beyond countless rooftops toward the brightest structure in the entire capital.
The imperial palace.
The center of power in the Great Yin Dynasty.
A dangerous smile spread across her lips.
“Now that my space has upgraded…”
She rolled her wrists.
Crack. Crack.
Her knuckles popped sharply.
“That old emperor framed my husband and sent me into exile tomorrow.”
“As one of his loyal subjects, it would be terribly rude not to stop by his house and collect a little interest, wouldn’t it?”