“Exactly at 11 a.m. today, a once-in-a-century total solar eclipse occurred over Huaguo…”
Wen Jinhe hurried into a real-estate agency, the heels of her black stilettos tapping sharply.
It was noon, and the agent on duty was hunched over his desk eating lunch.
Seeing someone come in, he quickly wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up.
“Hello, are you looking to rent or buy a property?”
Wen Jinhe replied crisply, “Sell. Urgently.”
The agent’s eyes lit up and he quickly invited her to sit.
“Which property are you selling?”
Wen Jinhe grabbed the bottle of mineral water on the table and took a long gulp.
“Building 3, Unit 2, 12th floor, Qingyue Residential Complex.”
The agent blinked. Wasn’t that the complex right behind their office?
Wen Jinhe continued, “Help me sell it within a week. The buyer must pay in full.”
The agent frowned. “The timeline is tight. The price might be hard to negotiate.”
“Three and a half million. Sell it as fast as you can,” Wen Jinhe said.
After that, Wen Jinhe rushed to several more agencies.
Sinking into the sofa afterward, she finally had a moment to process everything that had happened today.
When the total solar eclipse occurred, Wen Jinhe had been holding up her phone recording it, planning to upload it to her social feed.
But then a beam of strong light hit her face, and she fell into a dream.
She dreamed she had time-traveled to an unknown dynasty, becoming a princess of a nation—forced into a political marriage.
The last scene of the dream was her wearing a bridal gown and being shoved into a bridal sedan.
When she woke up, she thought it was only a dream… until she realized she now possessed a storage space.
This string of strange events left her deeply unsettled.
Maybe… the time-travel might actually happen.
To secure a good life in that unknown era, Wen Jinhe decided she had to fill her storage space completely.
She only had 200,000 yuan in savings—nowhere near enough.
So she would sell her house.
In the dream, the time-travel happened one month later. That gave her one month of preparation.
The next morning, Wen Jinhe went to a car rental service, rented a pickup truck, and drove straight to the wholesale market.
“Boss, give me 10 jin each of rice seeds, wheat seeds, and all kinds of vegetable seeds.”
“Ten boxes of instant noodles.”
“Ten jin of every type of seasoning.”
Species might be incomplete in a historical dynasty—these could be extremely useful.
Then she went to Xinhua Bookstore and bought several encyclopedias, including The Exploitation of the Works of Nature, The Big Encyclopedia of Plants, and more.
For the next two days, the real-estate agents frantically brought client after client to view her house.
Heaven favors the persistent.
On the fifth day, she finally secured a buyer and rushed through the formalities at the real-estate bureau.
Because it was an urgent sale, the price was lowered by 300,000.
3.2 million was transferred to Wen Jinhe’s account.
But the buyer gave her one month to rent the place back and move out.
For the next month, Wen Jinhe did nothing but shop and stockpile.
Sanitary pads, cold medicine, fever medicine, medical alcohol, antibiotics;
Solar-powered flashlights, lighters, compasses, binoculars, life rings;
Military knives, electric batons—anything that might be useful, she bought.
If she had access to firearms, she would have gotten a gun for self-defense too.
After spending every last cent, Wen Jinhe sat quietly on the living-room sofa, waiting for the moment of time-travel.
At 2 a.m., she was so exhausted her eyelids were drooping.
Suddenly, a wave of intense dizziness struck her.
The world flipped upside down, everything spinning wildly in her head.
“Tomorrow the bridal escort team will arrive. Whether you want to marry or not, you have to go.”
A sharp female voice pierced her ears.
Wen Jinhe opened her eyes—and what she saw was exactly the scene from her dream.
A woman was striking her with a whip.
That woman was Wen Xianyue, the Second Princess of the Lin Yue Kingdom.
The body Wen Jinhe had time-traveled into belonged to Wen Xianhe—the Third Princess of Lin Yue—whose name was identical to her own.
The bedroom door was pushed open from outside. The elegantly dressed Empress of Lin Yue entered and stopped the beating.
“Enough. If she’s left with marks and the people of Beidi see it, your father will blame you.”
Wen Xianyue threw aside the whip and splashed an entire basin of icy well water onto Wen Jinhe.
Wen Jinhe hugged herself tightly, shivering uncontrollably from the cold.
The Empress instructed the maid standing nearby, “Make sure she doesn’t die.”
After everyone left, Wen Jinhe lifted her head and glanced toward the door.
Everything that had just happened was exactly the same as in her dream.
Fortunately, tomorrow she would be sent off in the bridal sedan; if she stayed here any longer, she might really be tortured to death.
She was a princess of the realm, yet treated like this.
A sharp pain shot through her mind. Countless memories flooded in—everything the original owner had experienced from birth until now.
Wen Jinhe:
Her birth mother, Consort Song, died from complications during childbirth.
The Emperor disliked her, so she was thrown into the Cold Palace immediately after being born and somehow survived until age sixteen.
When the Lin Yue Kingdom lost the war and needed to send a princess to Beidi for a political marriage, only then did they remember the princess abandoned in the Cold Palace.
After she was brought out, her breathtakingly beautiful face incited the jealousy of the Second Princess, Wen Xianyue—who beat and humiliated her constantly.
This continued for half a year.
Everyone in the palace saw it happen, yet pretended not to.
Hiding in a corner, Wen Jinhe took a steaming bun out of her storage space and devoured it ravenously.
Just one more day. Then this life of suffering would end.
The sky outside was still dark.
The door was suddenly shoved open with great force, the loud crash jolting Wen Jinhe awake.
Several palace maids walked in, grabbed her, and threw her into the bath pool.
An hour later, Wen Jinhe—dressed in a bright red wedding gown—was stuffed into a carriage.
Outside, the sound of horns and drums began.
The carriage slowly started moving.
Wen Jinhe tried to lift the red bridal veil, but someone stopped her.
“Third Princess, behave yourself.”
It was Cui’er, the personal maid assigned to her by the Empress.
Assigned to “care” for her—
—but in truth, to watch and control her.
Once they left the city, the road grew extremely rough.
Only when night fell did the escort team finally stop to set up camp.
“Princess Consort, dinner is ready,” came a rough male voice from outside the carriage.
Cui’er grabbed Wen Jinhe’s arm and helped her down.
Murong Nie’s eyes flashed with a hint of admiration. The Third Princess of Lin Yue was indeed stunning enough to be considered a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms—truly worthy of his lord.
Sitting on a stone stool, Cui’er took a rabbit leg from Murong Nie’s hands and handed it to Wen Jinhe.
“Princess Consort, this servant has already tested it. It’s safe to eat.”
A trace of dissatisfaction flickered in Murong Nie’s gaze—she was implying they might poison her.
Wen Jinhe stared at the teeth marks on the rabbit leg, disgusted.
“You’re just a servant. Food you’ve already bitten into—how dare you offer it to me? Who gave you the courage?”
Cui’er froze, stunned. Her gaze toward Wen Jinhe carried a veiled threat.
“Third Princess, this servant was personally assigned by Her Majesty the Empress to attend to your daily needs. Food must naturally be tested by this servant first.”
Wen Jinhe lifted her chin beneath the heavy phoenix crown, her eyes filled with cold, sharp authority.