Lin Bao held Jiang Qingshu tightly as the prison cart jolted along. She still couldn’t understand how she had suddenly transmigrated into another world.
In this chaotic era of war and upheaval, choosing the right side was crucial—otherwise, you’d just become cannon fodder.
Back then, the director had only wanted her to play a pretty-but-useless second female lead. She wasn’t interested, and after seeing the miserable endings of the good characters in the script, she simply couldn’t accept it. So she had only casually flipped through a few pages of the screenplay.
Who would’ve thought that now she herself had become one of the expendable side characters? It was utterly ridiculous.
No matter what, she first had to find a way out of her current predicament.
As she lowered her head and secretly planned her escape, a blood-red jade bead suddenly slipped out of her sleeve.
The moment she picked it up, her eyes lit up and her heart began pounding wildly.
This blood bead was exactly the same as the one she had owned in the modern world.
It had transmigrated with her too?
Most likely, because she had formed a soul contract with it back then, it had followed her soul across worlds.
This was a magical bead. Inside it was not only an enormous storage space, but also an overpowered ability that allowed teleportation.
As she pondered this, the bead suddenly emitted a burst of red light. In the blink of an eye, her consciousness was pulled into the bead’s inner space.
The moment she steadied herself and opened her eyes, she was completely stunned by the sight before her.
She had arrived in the center of a massive shopping mall!
Wasn’t this the very mall where she had attended a ribbon-cutting ceremony before transmigrating?
The mall had five floors.
The basement level was a warehouse.
The first floor contained a bakery, milk tea shop, bookstore, jewelry store, pharmacy, and more.
The second floor sold famous wines and teas, clothing, shoes, bedding, skincare brands, flowers, and furniture.
The third floor housed a toy amusement park and a giant supermarket. It had everything—from fruits and vegetables, frozen foods, fresh meat and milk, snacks and drinks, to clothing, shoes, hats, and daily necessities.
The fourth floor was a gourmet food street with hotpot, barbecue, burgers, all eight major Chinese cuisines, Korean food, Japanese cuisine, and more.
The country’s most famous delicacies could all be found there.
Unfortunately, this floor seemed to be sealed off for now, and she couldn’t enter it yet.
Still, things were already much better than expected. She never imagined transmigration would come with a “starter gift package.” Her previously terrible mood improved considerably.
Not having time to think too much about it, she wandered around the space and discovered that the supplies she had previously stockpiled were all still there.
Because time inside the space was frozen, items would never spoil no matter how long they were stored.
Even more surprising, there was a spiritual spring fountain in the center of the mall. The spring water could cure all poisons and even prolong life.
The only limitation was that she could only enter the space for no more than thirty minutes a day.
But that was already more than enough.
With this enormous portable warehouse, she could empty out the family estate before the confiscation order arrived.
To test whether the mall’s supplies were infinite, she took a pineapple bun from the bakery counter.
Sure enough, the moment she finished eating it, another bun immediately appeared in the exact same spot.
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By the time the mother and son returned to the capital in the prison cart, it was already deep into the night. They were thrown directly into a prison cell.
While Lin Bao slept, Jiang Qingshu used several consecutive teleports to return to the General’s Manor.
Inside the main hall, a group of people were discussing how to rescue Jiang Kun. Earlier that morning, he had been summoned to the palace and immediately imprisoned.
At this moment, they still had no idea that the General’s Manor would be confiscated at dawn the next day.
Jiang Qingshu didn’t alert anyone.
She simply began “moving house.”
Her first stop was the treasury.
Jiang Kun was a military general and considered relatively upright as an official. The manor treasury only held around eight hundred taels of silver, some gold bars, and a few land deeds.
Fortunately, the emperor had previously rewarded him with many treasures.
There were night-luminescent pearls, jade artifacts, gold ornaments, porcelain, weapons, and armor in abundance.
With a wave of her hand, she stored everything away.
After leaving the treasury, she quietly moved on to Jiang Kun’s bedroom, taking all the carved furniture, quilts, and everyday clothing.
Even the silver chamber pot wasn’t spared.
To her surprise, beneath the floor tiles under Jiang Kun’s bed was a hidden private vault containing twelve full chests of gold.
Well then—she took back her earlier praise of his integrity.
Then came her brothers’ rooms. Though they mostly contained clothes, books, and weapons, she stripped everything except the roof and windows.
Sun Yuluo’s room contained plenty of jewelry, gold ingots, banknotes, shop deeds, house deeds, and land contracts.
Most shocking of all, each of Jiang Kun’s three concubines had hidden compartments beneath their beds, filled to the brim with gold, silver, and jewels.
After leaving the inner residence, she went to the stables and took over a dozen fine horses along with two carriages.
Finally, she headed to the manor’s grand kitchen.
There were several huge vats of rice flour and eggs, two large jars of pork lard, and over a hundred pounds of tofu.
Bundles of dried vegetables and beans hung on the walls, while over two hundred pounds of white radishes and napa cabbage sat on the floor, along with taro and other produce.
Beside the water jars, one end of a long chopping table held over a dozen slaughtered chickens and ducks, a basin of cleaned fish, and more than a hundred pounds of fresh pork.
The other end was lined with prepared dishes arranged neatly on plates.
Crispy meatballs, fried shrimp, stir-fried lamb tripe, roast duck, steamed pork ribs with rice flour, sticky rice chicken, oxtail soup…
Further beyond were colorful pastries of every kind, many of which she couldn’t even name.
Jiang Qingshu grew hungry just looking at them. After a moment of daze, she licked her lips and hurriedly stored all the food away as well.
After emptying the kitchen so thoroughly that not even a pot lid remained, she went to the woodshed and took every last piece of firewood.
It was early winter now—they’d need it for warmth on the road.
Leaving the General’s Manor, she rushed nonstop toward Prince Li’s Manor.
Though heavily guarded, it was useless against her teleportation ability.
The original owner of this body had been humiliated here for an entire year.
Today was the day to settle the score.
There was a hidden door in Xiao Lijing’s study that led directly to the manor treasury.
The riches inside were astonishing.
Compared to this place, her own family’s possessions seemed pitifully shabby.
Thirty chests of gold ingots and fifty chests of silver ingots glittered blindingly.
There were also countless jade carvings, agates, jewelry, famous paintings, and antique porcelain—every single item priceless.
Some belonged to the original owner’s dowry, while others had been extorted through the prince’s abuse of power.
Jiang Qingshu mercilessly swept everything away.
After leaving the treasury, she pulled out a fire starter, grabbed a book from the shelf, and set it ablaze.
Within moments, the entire study and treasury were engulfed in roaring flames.
Just as Xiao Lijing rushed over after receiving the news, she had already gone to his bedroom.
Connected to it was a secret chamber containing treasures brought out from the imperial palace.
Gold, silver, jade, silk, luxurious robes, and exquisite jewelry dazzled the eyes.
Screens inlaid with mother-of-pearl and gold leaf, jewel-studded golden goblets—every item was crafted with extraordinary skill and worth a fortune.
Ten full sets of pure gold chopsticks and bowls gleamed so brightly they were almost impossible to look at.
A pair of crystal-clear jade pillows were obviously treasures of the highest quality.
With another wave of her hand, she took everything.
The prince’s manor lived even more extravagantly than the General’s Manor.
The grain stores alone held over a thousand pounds of rice, along with hundreds of pounds each of beans, wheat, melons, and fruits.
As for meat, there were chickens, ducks, fish, crabs, shellfish, shrimp, pigeons, geese, cattle, sheep, donkeys, rabbits, and venison—raw, cooked, salted, preserved, everything imaginable.
Various pastries and prepared dishes were stacked three layers high on the tables.
She directly “looted” the entire kitchen clean, leaving not even a single pot or bowl behind.
By the time she removed the final door plank from the manor and returned to prison, it was exactly dawn. The sky was beginning to brighten.