Shen Yunyue was dead.
She was a die-hard web novel fan who, after posting yet another long-winded negative review, had been muted by the author.
The fury had caused the blood to rush to her head so violently that a blood vessel in her brain burst.
When Black and White Impermanence came to collect her soul, she still refused to go.
She screamed that she wanted to write one last long review to curse the author out. White Impermanence, however, had no time for a new female ghost who had no backing or connections.
“I’ve spoiled you enough to let you act this crazy. How dare you try to bargain with me?” The Soul-Hooking Rope coiled around her neck.
Shen Yunyue flailed her hands wildly, grabbing onto something in her panic.
A burst of golden light flashed, and Shen Yunyue was sucked into it.
“Damn it! The Material Space the Judge gave to that ‘connected’ ghost was snatched by this woman with no background!”
A streak of grass-green starlight followed after Shen Yunyue.
Black and White Impermanence were left stunned.
“How have you been looking after the young miss? How did she hit her head? If anything happens to my Yuebao, I’ll have your hides!” A stern voice rang out above her.
Did I reincarnate that fast?
Taking my memories with me seems like a pretty good deal.
Shen Yunyue opened her eyes to see the face of a beautiful woman who looked no older than her twenties. She wore a pine-flower-colored ruqun with an intertwined branch buyao and a pomegranate gold hairpin in her hair.
She radiated wealth and prestige from head to toe.
“Mother…” As she spoke, Shen Yunyue froze.
The voice sounded thirteen or fourteen at most. Looking down, she saw a pair of small, white, chubby hands.
She gave her still-pudgy little cheek a hard pinch.
It really hurt.
Holy crap, I’ve transmuted?
“Yuebao, where does it hurt?” The beautiful woman instantly switched to a voice as gentle as water.
Shen Yunyue shook her head; she only had a bump on her forehead.
“Madam. A-Si, a follower of the Master, is here to report that he has something to tell you.” A senior maid wearing a lotus-root-colored jacket entered and curtsied.
“Yuebao, your father was summoned to the palace by the Emperor. There might be something going on. Mother will be right back.” The beautiful woman lovingly stroked Shen Yunyue’s forehead before getting up to leave.
This scene felt a bit familiar; the names felt familiar too.
It seemed like… the very book she had just written a long review for before being muted by the author. (Exile after House Seizure? The Princes Go Mad for Me.)
Shen Yunyue had transmigrated into a cannon-fodder family, facing a house seizure and exile right from the start.
She was also stuck with a fourteen-year-old boy—Fu Xuanheng, the little County Prince of the Crown Prince’s Mansion. On the road to exile, the family members would die off one by one, leaving only the sickly Fu Xuanheng by the time they reached their destination.
They served as the “comparison group” for the family of He Luxue, who was Fu Xuanheng’s cousin and also in exile.
On the road to exile, the He family ate and drank the best.
The Shen family ate husks and wild vegetables.
When they encountered an Earth Dragon Flip or blizzards, the He family remained unscathed, while the Shen family spent their time digging pits to bury their dead.
Shen Yunyue scrambled out of bed like a startled carp.
Good heavens, she had just arrived and was already facing house seizure and exile.
What should she do?
Remembering what White Impermanence had said, she quickly made an excuse that she was sleepy and told the young maid to leave.
She searched her whole body but found no special marks. Having read so many web novels, she knew there had to be a way.
She focused her mind, and sure enough, a space appeared in her consciousness.
A five-story building stood there, where time did not flow.
Each floor was over two thousand square meters.
The first floor was filled with various seeds and grains: rice, wheat, corn, cotton…
The second floor held various fabrics and daily necessities.
The third floor was a lifestyle supermarket, stocked with all kinds of food and drinks…
The fourth floor was an armory, containing a large number of cold weapons and a few firearms.
These firearms… she wouldn’t know how to use them even if they were given to her.
Maybe she should study them later?
The fifth floor was currently empty, and next to the building was a vacant plot of land about the size of a football field.
In front of the small building was a piece of land that Shen Yunyue estimated to be about ten mu.
One section was planted with various vegetables, while another section seemed to grow things like radishes.
Looking closer, she gasped.
They were all ginseng, lingzhi, dendrobium…
Beyond the ginseng field were fruit trees: honey peaches, mangoes, bananas, and guavas. Durian, jackfruit, apples, and apricots were all there.
There were also a dozen tea trees.
So, all of this was curated according to that “connected” ghost’s preferences?
No matter—whatever that person liked, she liked too.
Shen Yunyue snorted with laughter; all the good stuff intended for the “connected” ghost now belonged to her.
Surely Black and White Impermanence wouldn’t chase her down just to take the space back?
She scanned the five stories with her consciousness again.
A small room on the fifth floor caught her attention. Inside was a computer screen, and next to it was a plant that looked like a Venus flytrap.
This was utterly bizarre.
Why was a Venus flytrap growing indoors?
The computer screen was dark, and Shen Yunyue couldn’t turn it on. She couldn’t physically enter the space, so she used her consciousness to slap the screen a few times.
A line of text popped up.
[Exceptionally poor. Please check your space balance before trying to boot up. Is it enough to reach the start-up threshold?]
A wave of intense disdain washed over her.
“With the stuff in this space, I’d be filthy rich back in my old neighborhood. You’re calling me ‘exceptionally poor’? Where are your manners?”
The screen remained still, then after a moment, two words appeared.
[Slum dweller?]
“I’m going to smash this broken computer!”
The Venus flytrap next to it shivered.
Shen Yunyue had every reason to suspect it was mocking her, though she had no proof.
Feeling insulted, Shen Yunyue decided to ignore the space for now.
Thinking about the misery of the exile road, Shen Yunyue had a thought.
Should I just run away secretly?
Then she remembered that this world required a Travel Permit and an identity. If a girl wasn’t married by seventeen, the officials would randomly assign her a husband.
Shen Yunyue promptly extinguished that idea.
Better to stick with the cannon-fodder villains for now.
She slipped off the bed, put on her shoes, and called for the senior maid to help her dress. Ancient clothing was simply too complicated; she didn’t have the skill to manage it herself.
“Miss Yue, the Madam ordered you to stay and play in the courtyard,” Bailu, the senior maid, said with a curtsy, coaxing her.
The body was only thirteen, but the soul was twenty. Hearing a teenage maid use a high-pitched, cutesy voice to coax her made her feel a bit nauseous.
“Bailu, I want to eat steamed milk curd. Go to the small kitchen and bring some back.”
“Yes. This servant will go right away. Miss Yue, please stay here and play.” Bailu saw that the other little maids weren’t around, but since they were in Shen Yunyue’s own courtyard, she felt safe leaving.
Once she saw Bailu leave, Shen Yunyue hurried out.
Thinking about it made her head spin.
If she had to transmigrate, she could have at least become Shen Yunyue’s beautiful mother.
Regardless, her husband’s head was about to roll anyway.
What could she do with such a small body?
It wasn’t that Shen Yunyue didn’t want to save Father Shen, but she simply didn’t have the power to make the Emperor stay his blade.
The execution was only a few hours away.
The Shen family was the foil for the He family; she had no idea which colleagues Father Shen was close to, and unless the Emperor had a sudden change of heart, it was hopeless.
She remembered that Shen Yunyue’s father was a confidant of the Crown Prince and the youngest Grand Secretary of the Great Zhou.
Before entering the palace, he had sensed something was wrong and specifically instructed his follower, A-Si, to bring a message to Shen Yunyue’s mother, Mo Yiran.
Shen Yunyue reached the vicinity of the warehouse.
She circled the area and finally climbed through a window using a small, crooked-neck tree.
She tried to figure out how to open the window, but couldn’t budge it at first.
In her urgency, she pushed hard, and the window swung open.
The original owner of the body was a girl of great strength.
She had usually practiced a few martial arts moves with A-Si, Father Shen’s follower. A-Si was a hunter, and his skills weren’t particularly high.
Father Shen had repeatedly told the original owner not to reveal her strength in front of outsiders.
But right now, she couldn’t care less, and there was no one around to see.
She hopped down nimbly from the window.
The Shen family were newly risen officials, and the number of servants in the household couldn’t compare to the long-established, prestigious clans.
Because there were so few servants, Shen Yunyue was able to easily climb through the window and slip into the warehouse.
Ignoring the fabrics near the window for now, Shen Yunyue took everything she saw, leaving only some large wooden racks.
Wooden beds, tables, and chairs.
She didn’t leave all of them behind either; she had to take a portion.
They would be useful for setting up once they reached the place of exile.
Next door was a granary connected to this warehouse.
Shen Yunyue went in and took everything into her space, even sweeping up the coarse rice and flour intended for the servants.
After circling the warehouse, Shen Yunyue climbed back onto the windowsill. She collected the fabrics she had used as a step and slid down the crooked-neck tree.
She carefully checked her clothes to make sure nothing was out of place.
She ran back toward the main courtyard.
No one was paying attention to her in the main courtyard right now; the old nannies and the beautiful mother’s senior maids were busy comforting Mo Yiran.
They were trying to come up with ideas, but they were in such a panic that they couldn’t think of a single good one.
Shen Yunyue quietly slipped to the door of her mother’s private treasury.
She knew where the key was hidden.
She opened the door, went inside, and closed it behind her.
Shen Yunyue’s jaw dropped.
They were way too rich!
She instantly surpassed the wealthiest person in her old neighborhood from her previous life.
She moved all the gold, silver, jewelry, and silks into her space.
The valuable jade ornaments were taken.
The worthless imperial calligraphy and paintings were left behind.
Her cheap father’s calligraphy was taken.
The treasures bestowed by the Crown Prince were taken.
Of course, she appropriately left over a hundred taels of silver and half a basket of copper coins in the treasury. This was to let the officials who came to seize the house know how incorruptible Grand Secretary Shen was.
She checked the gold-devouring dummy computer next to the Venus flytrap again; the screen was still dark.
She sighed—time to get more money.
Leaving the treasury, Shen Yunyue went to her mother’s bedroom. She took the jewelry from the dressing table’s casket.
She took one of the quilts from the bed and the clothes from the wardrobe.
She only left one unremarkable cloak sitting out.