The afternoon sun was warm, the air smelled faintly of earth, and a soft voice floated across the field.
"I like your eyes, you look away when you pretend not to care…"
Wan'er sang with absolutely no expression while plucking ripe tomatoes from the vine.Her voice was flat, calm, and oddly soothing — like an angel running on 2% battery.
It had been so long since she'd stopped counting the days after her so-called transmigration.At this point, she'd accepted her fate:She was no longer a triple-PhD modern genius.She was… a farmer.A ridiculously overqualified farmer.
"WAN'ER! WAN'ER!"
The voice of doom echoed from afar.
Wan'er didn't even turn around.She continued humming, her rhythm perfectly matching the pluck-pluck of tomatoes.
"…I like you more, the world may know but don't be scared…"
"This child—MY daughter! What in heaven's name are you doing—?!"
Duke Lian stopped dead in his tracks.
His jaw dropped.
In front of him wasn't a simple backyard garden.It was a radiant sea of spiritual energy — glowing vines, vegetables so shiny they looked divine, and air so rich in essence that even a low-level cultivator could break through realms just by breathing.
"…This… this isn't a farm…" he whispered, trembling."…this is a holy land."
Wan'er blinked lazily, brushing dirt off her sleeves."Oh. Father."
"Spiritual essence?!" The Duke's voice cracked. "How—HOW did you manage to grow such high-quality produce?!"
Wan'er looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Well… I used spiritual water."
Silence.
The Duke's soul left his body."…Spiritual… what."
"Spiritual water," she repeated simply.
"Where did you even GET that?!"
Wan'er tilted her head, the universal sign of I totally didn't think that far ahead.
"I… forgot."
"YOU FORGOT?!"
"Yes." She nodded, serious as a monk. "Memory loss due to transmigration trauma, probably."
The Duke's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. Then he sighed like a man who just realized his own child was beyond human comprehension.
"Wan'er, this isn't normal. We can't keep such a thing here without reporting it to the emperor!"
Wan'er blinked at him."…Then report it. I'm busy farming."
And just like that, she went back to picking tomatoes.
A Few Days Later…
The peace didn't last.
Trumpets blared.Drums rolled.Servants scrambled like startled chickens as Eunuch Lin, the imperial envoy, arrived at the Duke's mansion with two golden scrolls.
"By order of His Majesty, Emperor Xiang!" Eunuch Lin's voice rang out.
Everyone knelt.
"First decree: Lian Meiyu shall be granted the title of Imperial Consort of Prince Jin. May she serve with loyalty and grace."
Meiyu gasped, tears welling in her eyes.She looked ready to faint with joy.
'Finally! My dream romance with Prince Jin!' she thought dramatically.
Eunuch Lin smiled thinly, then unrolled the second scroll.
"And secondly—"
Wan'er, still kneeling but clearly zoning out, wondered if her tomatoes would survive the night humidity.
"…Lian Wan'er," Eunuch Lin read, "for your grace, composure, and extraordinary contribution in nurturing divine vegetation imbued with spiritual essence—"
The crowd blinked. Divine… vegetation?
"…His Majesty Emperor Xiang, impressed by your elegance and bravery, hereby decrees: With the mandate of Heaven, you are chosen to become the Mother of Zhang Nation, standing beside His Majesty to rule the realm."
Silence.
Eunuch Lin lowered the scroll and smiled politely."Lian Wan'er, please accept the decree."
Wan'er's brain lagged."…Mother… of Nation?"
She tilted her head again.
Then it clicked.
"Wait. You mean… Empress?"
Eunuch Lin nodded. "Indeed."
Wan'er blinked twice, then flatly replied,"Ah. I see. May I finish harvesting before the coronation?"
Everyone: "…"