Transmigrating Into A Novel And Banished By My Husband Me And My Cat Live The Best Wealthy Life

Thank you for listening to stories at Stellar Novels. Hope you have a pleasant time listening to stories. On the wedding night, red candles blazed and double, happiness characters hung in pairs. The Regent Prince Uedea, my nominal husband, didn't lift my veil. Instead, he seized my throat like he wanted to send me straight to the king of hell on the spot. Shen Wei Yu, you really are that old fox's obedient little dog. To sneak into this prince's manor and spy for information, you didn't hesitate to destroy your reputation and trap this prince. You thought climbing into this prince's bed would get you what you wanted. I was being strangled until my eyes bulged, yet my mind was frantically absorbing the chaotic, tangled memories the original owner had left behind. Shen Wei Yu, legitimate daughter of the prime minister's manor, the kingdom's number one filial daughter, and a textbook canon fodder tool. Following her chancellor father's coaxing, she had drugged this man who held absolute power over the court and the martial world, personally offered herself to his bed, and even arranged for dozens of witnesses to storm the bridal chamber. Under countless staring eyes, on that enormous bed, skin pressed to skin, clothes scattered everywhere, like dropping yellow mud in your pants. Even if it isn't crap, no one will believe you. Uedazu had no choice but to hold his nose and accept the marriage. Yet after paying such a steep price to bring her into the prince's manor, she was banished to a remote little courtyard. The beauty trap achieved nothing. The very first time she tried to send out information, she was caught red-handed. A few months later, the original owner fell into the water and was wiped out completely. When I regained consciousness, Uedazu's icy fingers were still locked around my throat. Those long, narrow phoenix eyes brimmed with killing intent. He ground his teeth. Take your dowry and scram to Listening Rain Pavilion. Without this prince's order, don't even dream of stepping half a foot out for the rest of your life. And don't let this prince see this nauseating face of yours again. I forced the words out of my strangled throat. Al inclusive room and board. Uedazu kept me pinned, grip loosening just a fraction. I kept going, no morning or evening respects needed. He frowned, staring at me like I was insane. I pushed my luck, and no one will come disturb me. Uedazu laughed coldly. He must think I strangled the sense out of her. He released me and even pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, as if terrified of contamination. As long as you behave and stay in your lane, no one has time to visit that godforsaken place. With that, he flicked his sleeve and left. All the maids and servants around us dropped to their knees. Some looked at me with pity, others with open mockery. My wedding night had ended like this. I had been thoroughly abandoned to the deepest pit. My life was basically finished, but I rubbed my sore neck, mind racing. With the dowry in hand, at least I wouldn't starve. I already held the title of princess consort. As long as I didn't court death myself, I would be safe for now. No serving in laws, no scheming against sisters in law, and, best of all, no marital duties. In short money, leisure, and zero men. Was there any better deal on Earth? This was supposed to be punishment. Clearly it was retirement paradise with a salary. If Udea hadn't already left, I would have dropped to my knees and kowtowed to thank him on the spot. Hurry, hurry! We're moving house tonight! I sprang up from the floor and ordered everyone to pack. Linglong, my dowry maid, nearly cried when she realized we weren't staying in the main courtyard. Young miss, what kind of place is Listening Rain Pavilion? How can we possibly live there? You are properly married into the prince's manor. The prince is being far too heartless. Maybe you should soften up a little. Perhaps he only spoke in anger. I directed the servants to load the chests of gold, silver, and jewels onto the carts, then turn back with a stern face. Soften up. Are you tired of living? I still want a long life, thank you. The prince is furious right now. If I go over there, it would be the same as handing him my head on a platter. My father's great cuz hasn't succeeded yet. How could I sacrifice myself so easily? What's wrong with Listening Rain Pavilion? The more remote, the better for doing things unnoticed. Far from the main courtyard, the guards will naturally slack off. Only by staying far away can we move without anyone knowing or suspecting, understand? Linglong was rendered speechless by my profound reasoning, him, you want me to be a pawn for that old fox of a father? Keep dreaming. Listening Rain Pavilion truly did not disappoint. The walls were high, and once the main gate shut, it became its own little world, completely cut off from the outside. Other people sneered until they had to cover their noses, but the more I looked, the more pleased I became. My mood was so good I felt like singing at the top of my lungs. The few supervisors sent from the prime minister's manor exchanged glances and immediately started wailing. Young miss, what are we supposed to do now? This place is gloomy and freezing, and the prince never comes here anyway. Are we just gonna grow old and die in here? You have to think of something. My head throbbed. I waved a hand. Anyone who doesn't want to stay can take some silver and leave right now. Whoever stays, shut your mouth. Instant silence. Still, drawing from years of ancient drama experience, I dismissed the loud-mouthed ones anyway. Their faces alone screamed, not good people. I kept only the clumsy, silly little maid Lian Xin, who was genuinely loyal and could serve close by. I slammed the courtyard gate shut, found a wooden board, scrawled eight big characters in charcoal, and hung it outside closed for self-reflection. Unauthorized personnel, do not disturb. Once everything was done, I rubbed my hands and stepped inside. I opened the heavy dahri chest. Gold ingots gleamed, thick stacks of silver notes sat in neat piles, and countless pieces of jewelry sparkled. That old fox really hadn't skimped on the dahri to help me stand firm in the prince's manor. I flopped onto the reasonably soft bed, hugged a gold ingot, planted a loud kiss on it, and laughed like a ringing bell. Spy for information. Has the family mission even paid me yet? They only know how to make me work for free, and the kind of work that costs your life at that. Dream on. I had barely set foot in listening rain pavilion, and hadn't even chosen a good nap when a secret letter arrived on my heels. A carrier pigeon landed on my windowsill. I pulled out the bamboo tube, unrolled the scroll inside. One line only urgent report on the guard layout. I rolled my eyes. Did this old man really think I was a special agent? Guard layout? I couldn't even tell east from west, north from south. I hadn't even figured out which direction the listening rain pavilion gate faced. I casually tossed the paper into the candle flame. Lian Xin's eyes widened beside me. Young miss, what are you doing? If the old master finds out— Finds out what? I tapped her forehead lightly. Now that we're in the prince's manor, we belong to the prince. How can we read letters from outside men? Not even our own father is allowed. We must avoid suspicion. From now on, any bird of unknown origin gets caught the moment it arrives. I grabbed the pigeon that hadn't flown away yet and weighed it. Pretty fat. Must be hungry. Don't worry. Go dig up a few sweet potatoes in the back garden and we'll slaughter this one. Dinner tonight. I thought for a moment. If the carrier pigeon couldn't reach me, the prime minister's manor would definitely try something else. To stop random cats and dogs from climbing the walls whenever they pleased, I decided to beef up security. I had the quick, witted older servants gather every broken porcelain shard in the courtyard and plant them along the top of the walls. Just looking at them made one's scalp tingle. Still not satisfied, I hung another sign at the gate beware of fierce dogs inside. Strangers, keep away. The fierce dog was me. If anyone disturbed my peace, I would bite. The servants in the prince's manor were all sharp-eyed. Several days passed, and it became obvious the prince had no intention of ever visiting this godforsaken place where even birds refuse to lay eggs. I, the abandoned princess consort, had fallen completely out of favor with zero chance of recovery. Meals arrived more perfunctorily each day. Burnt flatbread paired with cold, watery porridge, and even the pickled vegetables were stingy, with barely a few strands thrown in. I wasn't angry. After all, I had money. Any problem that could be solved with money wasn't a problem. The next time the little servant delivered food, I slapped a silver ingot straight onto his forehead. Little brother, do me a favor. He swallowed hard at the sight of the silver. What instructions does Her Highness have? Simple. Run an errand for me. I handed him a long shopping list. Inspect everything you buy. Only deliver it after confirming there's no issue. Do a good job, and you'll get a reward every single day. That night I feasted on beggar's chicken and braised pork trotters from the capital's largest restaurant. Five whole carts of the newest, hottest storybooks on the market arrived as well. Materially and spiritually satisfied, nothing could beat this bliss. Full and energized, I led Li Anxin in tearing up the entire flower garden. We replanted it with eggplants, string beans, and enormous white radishes. Oh, and cilantro, tender green onions, garlic shoots, and lush lettuce. In the future when I made hotpot or barbecue, how could I possibly lack dipping sauce and fresh vegetables? Just imagining the whole garden growing thick and green filled me with satisfaction. The farming talent is carved into the bones of us working-class people. It may be late, but it never fades. An idea struck me. I strung up a swing between two ancient, gnarled trees. The following days, pure heaven. I slept until the sun was high, woke up ravenous, ordered delivery, or had Li Anxin roast chicken. After eating, I lay on the swing reading storybooks, swinging lazily to aid digestion. Ancient storybooks were seriously addictive. No mosaic censorship covering the screen. And the lower body wasn't some forbidden zone. The ancient madams wrote with terrifying skill. Every detail that should be there was present and accounted for. I blushed from beginning to end. My period arrived right on schedule too. Little did I know, every single movement I made was being watched by hidden eyes in the shadows. What? Any movement from her? In the study, Yue Du's face was ice cold and gloomy as he listened to the secret guard's report. Reporting to your highness, the princess consort, she— Wedsa snorted. What? Couldn't hold back and tried to send information out. The princess consort burned the secret letter from the prime minister's manor. Burned it? He frowned. At least she's somewhat smart. The secret guard's expression turned complicated. Yes. She also roasted the carrier pigeon, saying it was high in protein. The guard continued. Furthermore, her highness spent a fortune bribing the servants and had someone buy five carts of the hottest storybooks on the market. That kind. Yue Du rubbed his brow. What kind? The secret guard's face flushed red. Overbearing general and the beautiful widow, the cold prince and the substitute wife. Yue Duza cut him off. What else? The guard stubbornly went on. Her highness uprooted all the flowers in the courtyard and planted green onions and chives instead. She also built an earthen stove and is currently eating grilled chicken and drinking wine. Yue Duza fell silent. After a long moment, he laughed coldly. To lower this prince's guard, she's really going all out. Pretending to be crazy and foolish. Her schemes must be enormous. Continue watching. This prince wants to see when that vixen's tale finally shows. In the listening rain pavilion, I let out a huge sneeze. Who's talking about me? Whatever. The chicken thigh in my hand smelled divine. I went back to drooling over the storybook. Who said the ancients were reserved? Look at this cold-faced general. Tsk. One night and the bed collapsed three times. This was the kind of content I could read without a premium subscription. The days passed so comfortably they felt unreal. But as the ancients said, too much joy invites sorrow. And they were right. One night of dark moon and high winds. Perfect for murder and arson. I lay on the swing with cucumber slices over my eyes, hugging the chubby orange fortune cat I'd lured over a few days earlier. Beside the small earthen stove, two sweet potatoes sizzled and dripped oil, filling the air with sweet fragrance. Lian Xin and the others had gone to bed early. I suddenly craved a midnight snack and decided to make one myself. Listening Rain Pavilion was so quiet you could hear the occasional crackle of the fire. Suddenly, a black shadow flipped over the wall and landed without a sound, bringing a gust of eerie cold wind. I was so startled that the cucumber slice fell off. I nearly screamed, but when I saw who it was, I swallowed the scream back down, huh? Wasn't this my cheap husband? His condition was extremely unstable. Eyes bloodshot, veins bulging at his temples, his entire body radiating killing intent. The face that was usually ice-cold had never looked this deathly pale, like a demon coming to claim a life. He stared at me, breathing heavily, as if the next second he would snap my neck. I was scared out of my wits. What should I do? BRAINWORK FASTER! I suddenly remembered a line from the book Yoigsa suffered from severe post-traumatic stress disorder. When it flared up, his head felt like it was being split open. His senses overloaded, he wouldn't recognize family, and in severe cases he hallucinated and killed without blinking. Looking at his current state, he was eight-tenths into an episode. The chubby orange cat in my arms sensed the killing aura too, fur bristling, ready to yawl. I immediately clamped a hand over its mouth. Facing a ferocious beast on the edge of a rampage, any noise could trigger an attack. I could only soothe. I could only bribe. Ignoring the heat, I snatched a freshly baked sweet potato from the stove. I peeled away the charred skin, revealing golden, steaming soft, sweet flesh that smelled divine, like an offering to the king of hell himself. Carefully, I brought it to his mouth. Yoigsa clearly hadn't expected to be stuffed with a sweet potato. His eyes dazed for a moment, lingering on my face for several seconds. Perhaps because the courtyard was deathly quiet, or maybe the hot, sweet aroma soothed his taut nerves, he didn't strangle me. Instead he lowered his head, using my still trembling hand for support, and took a huge bite. Seeing him eat, I gathered courage and poured a cup of warm tea. Rose and tangerine peel health tea I brewed myself. Perfect for soothing the liver and calming the spirit, specially made for explosive tempers. Want some? Udodzu took the cup, movements stiff. He stared at the tea for two seconds, then suddenly gave me a half smile. The princess consort is truly in a good mood. There's nothing extra in this tea, right? I froze, then instantly understood. He was afraid I'd poisoned it. I shook my head frantically. You appeared so suddenly. Even if I wanted to add anything, I wouldn't have had time. Ueduzu sneered. Then he suddenly pinched my chin, pressed the cup to my lips, and forced me to drink a large gulp. I coughed until tears streamed down my face, while he tilted his head and drained the rest. His hoarse voice carried a hint of madness. Husband and wife are one body. If there's poison, at least the princess consort will accompany me down the yellow springs. I won't be lonely. Ten thousand alpacas stampeded through my heart. Udodzu you really repay kindness with enmity. You eat my food, drink my tea, and still want to drag me to the grave with you. Are you insane? But I only dared to rage in silence, terrified the madman would kill for fun if provoked. I resigned myself to shrinking into the corner, hugging the chubby orange cat tightly, curling into a ball, and trying to disappear. Don't see me. Ueduzu finished the sweet potato and drank two more cups of tea. Full and satisfied, the murderous aura around him had clearly eased. I was still figuring out how to send this great Buddha away when he walked straight to my swing, lay down without ceremony, stretched his long legs and closed his eyes. Before three breaths had passed, steady breathing filled the air. No way? Big brother, you want to sleep? Go back to the main courtyard? What does sleeping here even mean? If someone sees you leaving my courtyard tomorrow morning, how am I supposed to keep my abandoned, resentful wife persona intact? I looked at the orange cat in my arms, which was itching to scratch him, and fell into deep thought. Should I throw him out? Or throw him out? Just as I was debating whether to grab a sack and cover his head, Ueduzu suddenly rolled over and mumbled something. I immediately shrank back, pretending to be a harmless mushroom. Fine, I couldn't beat him anyway. As long as he didn't kill me, let him sleep. What if I woke him and he was cranky? Actually, it wasn't just fear. I felt a little sympathy too. Back when I was a lowly office worker, every migraine attack left me exactly like this, don't come near, no appetite, couldn't sleep, wanted to slap my boss. Since we were both suffering from headaches, tonight could count as a good deed. I sighed and gently draped the blanket I'd planned to use on myself over him. The cold wind howled. Uedu slept soundly, brows relaxed, showing a rare docile expression. And me, I had just donated my midnight snack, and even given up the swing while hugging the cat. What terrible karma. The next morning when I woke, Uedzu was gone. Only the rabbit fur blanket, crumpled from being slept on, proved he had really been there. I patted my chest in relief. Finally, that god of slaughter finished his episode and left. That very night, he came again. I was tending a pot of self-made spicy beef hotpot with satay oil. I had just dipped a piece of crispy honeycomb tripe seven or eight times, coating it thickly in bright, red chili oil and minced garlic. That familiar black shadow climbed over the wall with practiced ease, bringing a gust of cold air, and sat down imposingly across from me. His eyes were glued to the honeycomb tripe dangling from my chopsticks. I was furious but didn't dare speak. What could I do? He was the master of the house and held the power of life and death. I swallowed hard, reluctantly placed the honeycomb tripe in his bowl, and even fawningly set out a full set of bowls and chopsticks for him. Neither of us said a word the entire time. In the listening rain pavilion, only the bubbling hotpot and the sound of us chewing remained. Uedzu ate until sweat poured down his face. Those usually indifferent phoenix eyes were now watery from the spice, shining even brighter. I finally understood. This guy hadn't come to kill. He had purely come to mooch a meal. Fine. Whatever. I had money anyway. One extra mouth, one extra pair of chopsticks. As long as he didn't have an episode, he was basically just a breathing background prop. Mooching meals wasn't enough. Later the guy pushed his luck even further, bringing official documents over to handle here. The reason was perfectly righteous. This prince must personally supervise you. Supervise your sister! Like hell I'd believe that. Thus, an extremely bizarre scene appeared in the listening rain pavilion. At the desk, Uedzu frowned, red brush in hand, approving documents. Not far away, I lay on the soft bed, hugging a storybook, munching melon seeds, and giggling foolishly at the plot every now and then. Whenever his headache flared up dully, he would irritably rub his temples, afraid he would go berserk and drag an innocent little fish like me down with him. I kindly fished out a pair of homemade noise, canceling earplugs and tossed them over. I even stood up and lit a stick of calming incense for him. Uedzu paused. If anyone else had dared throw something at him, their hand would have been broken long ago. But he looked at the ugly, silly cotton earplugs, silently stuffed them into his ears, and in the curling incense smoke his expression gradually softened. I never could have guessed that at that very moment he was thinking, this spy really has high, level methods. Silent and pervasive like rain soaking the earth. This prince is actually starting to find it hard to leave. Though they say you can't walk by the river forever without getting your shoes wet, I never expected that day to come so quickly. One afternoon my intuition exploded like a broken dam. I lay sprawled across the table, brush flying, writing in a frenzy of inspiration. I didn't even notice when Uedzu appeared behind me. He snatched the manuscript from my hand in one swift motion and laughed coldly. Wonderful, you hid it so well. And finally the fox's tail is out. This prince finally gets to see what information you've been sending that old bastard. In that instant, I wanted nothing more than to dig a hole right there, crawl inside, and seal it shut forever. Information. I wanted to cry. That's a dog blood storybook. I had used him as the prototype in a burst of inspiration. The cold-faced king of hell and the beautiful village girl. The prince's icy fingers brushed the woman's trembling lips, his voice low and husky. What are you shaking for? Are you afraid this prince will kill you, or afraid this prince will ravish you? When Uedzu read that mortifying line aloud, the air froze solid for a moment. I squeezed my eyes shut in despair, but the expected rage never came. A moment later, a soft chuckle sounded above my head. Yoizo picked up my brush, circled several spots on the manuscript, and spoke with the arrogance of someone surveying the empire. This part is wrong. When this prince kills, it's always one clean strike. Never needs a second blade. He pointed at the unspeakable description. This prince has trained in martial arts since childhood. Profound internal energy. At this level, needing a break midway. Only weak scholars do that. Wait. Wasn't the point supposed to be the information leak? Meanwhile, the prime minister's manor had waited and waited with no news from me and finally lost patience. One night, listening rain pavilion welcomed yet another uninvited guest. A black shadow landed. I thought it was Uedzu coming for another free meal and said helplessly, There's a front gate. Have you gotten addicted to climbing walls? The man removed his facecloth, expression full of pained concern. Cousin. You've suffered. Looking at how much thinner you've gotten wait. Actually you look rounder. Cousin. So the childhood sweetheart male lead had finally stepped onto the stage. He wore night-walking clothes and thought his landing looked dashing. But in reality he had crushed the entire row of green onions I had just planted. Before I could get angry, he strode forward without treating himself as an outsider and reached for my hand, speaking with deep emotion. I'll take you away from this demon's den right now. I retreated three steps, snatched up the fire poker, and pointed it straight at him. Who are you? Stay away from me. I'm completely traumatized. Song Ziyan choked on his words but didn't forget his mission. Painfully he said, Why you it's me, your cousin. I stayed on full alert. If you have something to say, say it with your mouth. Don't move your hands. Breaking into my residence in the middle of the night. Do you want to get me killed? Song Ziyan ignored my coldness. In their minds, I had always been timid and obedient since childhood. Whatever the prime minister pointed at, I wouldn't dare head in any other direction. Now that I wasn't sending messages, they were certain I had been locked away behind the prince's manor's high walls and deep courtyards. He stepped forward, lowered his voice, and spoke urgently. I know. You blame me for coming late. Hurry, grab whatever you need, and we'll leave right now. Wander the ends of the earth together as an immortal couple, free and unfettered. I frowned so hard my brows nearly nodded. Wander the ends of the earth. It sounded wonderful, but in reality it meant no house, no carriage, no savings, possibly being wanted by the authorities, sleeping rough under the open sky, riding wild horses, going forever without a hot bath, and not even having a decent toilet. Only if my brain was broken would I abandon my retired farmer princess life to follow you and become a wild savage. I was genuinely terrified he would force me to go. Before he could react, I charged straight at the thickest pillar enlisting rain pavilion like a koala, wrapping my whole body around it and clinging for dear life. I'm not going. Even if I die, I'm not going. Song Ziyan froze. Cousin, don't worry. The world is vast. There's always a place for us to settle. I pointed straight at him and yelled, Are you insane? Who wants to wander the ends of the earth with you, immortal couple? More like beggar husband and wife! Wind and sun beating down on us, one meal starving and the next barely full, no place to bathe. You want me to grow lice? My listening rain pavilion gives me all-inclusive room and board. In summer there's a cold stone tub, in winter underground heating, and I even get monthly pocket money. Last night they changed the bedding to the finest Jiangnan tribute silk floss. Light yet incredibly warm. I've never slept under such a comfortable blanket before. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. Wah, and I haven't even finished the braised pork trotters in the small kitchen yet. My storybook is only halfway through, and the mail lead hasn't even reached the chasing the wife to the crematorium groveling scene. If you want to scram, scram by yourself. Don't even dream of tricking the outside to suffer. No chance? Song Ziyan's mouth hung open, as if he were meeting me for the first time. Why you, cousin? Are you refusing because you're addicted to luxury? I felt completely justified and declared with full momentum. That's right. I am addicted to luxury. I just don't want to move. Got a problem with that? A soft snort echoed from the shadows. He waded so strode out. He walked straight to the pillar, reached out, and gently pried me down. Helplessly. He said, All right, come down. The pillar is cold. You'll catch a chill. I looked at him warily. You hurt everything. I never intended to go anywhere. He weds a smiled faintly. His long arm reached out, directly pulling me off the pillar and shielding me behind him. Then he turned toward the still, gaping Song Ziyan. His eyes carry in that familiar death glare. Heard it clearly. Yue Dizi raised an eyebrow, his tone arrogant yet laced with mockery. Why you already said it. She doesn't want to follow you and suffer. Song Dizian still wasn't willing to give up. Why you, is he threatening you? Don't be afraid. Yue Dizi lost patience and kicked out directly. One foot sent Song Dizian flying 30 feet away, straight out of the courtyard. The guy tumbled to his feet and fled in panic. Yue Dizi turned around. His scorching gaze locked onto me. I instinctively felt guilty and wanted to shrink back behind the pillar. He pulled me forward with one hand. Enough stop rubbing. You're about to wear the pain off the pillar. I confirmed with a trembling voice. You believe me. You're not gonna kill me. Yue Zi spoke slowly, full of implication. Since you're so attached, the silk, floss blankets of this prince's manor aren't so poor that we can't afford to feed one little rice worm like you. With that, he pretended to be aloof and turned to leave. But that very night, not only did two extra imperial kitchen dishes appear on my dinner table, half the guards outside the door were also withdrawn. The reason? The princess consort was deeply infatuated with this prince and refused to leave even when chased away. What was there left to monitor? No way had this guy secretly read my storybook. Did he just conquer himself so quickly? I was seriously just afraid of suffering. Ever since he kicked my unlucky cousin away, something in Yowie Does must have short-circuited. He became more and more indulgent toward me, even showing signs of wanting to nurture me into a proper, legitimate princess consort. Early that morning, the steward arrived with a smile that looked like it was about to split his face, carrying a stack of account books and tokens. Several maids followed behind, holding gorgeous clothes and jewelry. Princess consort, congratulations. His highness has ordered the lifting of your house arrest. In a few days there will be a palace banquet, and his highness has specifically requested that you attend with him. Also, these are the internal affairs ledgers of the prince's manor. His highness said it was his oversight before. You are now the principal consort of the prince's manor. The management of the inner courtyard should rightfully be your responsibility. I, who had been half-dead from laziness, bolted upright. What? Lift the house arrest. Attend the palace banquet. Manage the household. Congratulations, my ass. This was clearly a catastrophe. A palace banquet meant I had to wake up hours before dawn to wash my hair, do my skincare, apply makeup, wear a heavy ceremonial robe that could crush me, and pile on jewelry heavy enough to snap my neck. Then I had to socialize in fake smiles with a bunch of noble ladies I didn't know while constantly guarding against schemes, all while being someone who feared social interaction and just wanted to lie down. This was pure torture. And managing the household, reviewing accounts, handling personnel, dealing with difficult servants, and constantly interacting with relatives. My heavenly salted fish retirement life would completely vanish. No way. I came here to retire, not to become a corporate scapegoat. I looked at the stack of ledgers and immediately clutched my forehead, collapsing back onto the bed. Oh no, it's over. When Yoidozo walked in, I had curled myself into a weak silkworm cocoon, whimpering. Oh, my head is spinning, my legs are jelly. My whole body has no strength left. It's like I've contracted an incurable terminal illness. Yoidozo raised an eyebrow, strode over, and reached out to feel my forehead. Just now I heard you complaining about hunger, now you've turned into a terminal patient. Where else does it hurt? Call the imperial physician to examine her. I immediately grabbed his sleeve. No need for the physician. This is actually a heart condition. A famous doctor once said I suffer from rich person disease. I can't stand sunlight, I can't stand wind, and I definitely can't stand hard work. Whenever I hear I have to go out, my chest tightens and I can't breathe. Whenever I see a count books, my head splits open like it's being hammered. The doctor said this illness can only be treated with complete rest. Absolutely no mental or physical labor. Yoidozo's hand froze mid-air. The steward beside him wiped sweat, looking extremely awkward, afraid he would forcefully drag me up to work. I grabbed one of his fingers pitifully and begged, Your highness, please spare me. I don't want to attend the palace banquet. Crowds make me panic, my heart races, my limbs go weak. I don't want to manage the household either. I'm terrible at calculations, I only know how to spend money, not how to balance books. I just want to stay quietly in listening rain pavilion and go nowhere. Please don't force me. If you force me too much I can only beg you. Looking at my utterly hopeless appearance, the corner of Yoidozo's mouth twitched several times. He was both angry and amused. Others beg for this kind of favor and can't obtain it, yet you avoid it like poison. Is being this prince's consort really that suffocating for you? I shook my head desperately. Not suffocating at all. Not even a little. As long as you don't make me socialize or work, being your consort is the greatest happiness in the world. Your highness, I beg you, let me be a little rice worm who eats and waits to die. I don't eat much, I promise. Yoidozo remained silent for a long time. Finally he sighed, waved his hand, and ordered the steward to take everything away. Then he even pulled the blanket up for me. His voice was low and deep, carrying a few traces of indulgence. Fine. You must have suffered enough torment in the prime minister's manor to develop such a timid, trouble-fearing personality, only daring to hide inside your shell like this. If you don't want to go, then don't go. If you don't want to manage, then don't manage. This prince didn't marry a wife just so she would exhaust herself over these trivial matters. He lightly tapped my forehead without much politeness. Since you like peace and quiet, this prince will protect that peace for you. As long as you live happily in Listening Rain Pavilion, this prince is willing to let you rely on me. In that moment, looking at the legendary king of hell who killed without blinking, my heart suddenly skipped a beat. Oh nah, why did this sugar daddy suddenly look so much taller and a little charming? But good times never last. Before I could enjoy a few days of being spoiled by my golden thigh husband, the sky collapsed. The old fox prime minister realized his pawn, me, had been scrapped and was no longer useful. He immediately colluded with the northern barbarians and led troops to invade the border. War reports flew back to the capital like snowflakes. In the court, all the military generals were his people. Every one of them made excuses and refused to send troops. This was clearly a plot to lure the tiger away from the mountain. Once Wee Degzoo left the capital, the place would immediately become the chancellor's world, but he knew it was a trap. For the sake of the kingdom and its people, he still donned his armor and set out. That night in his military uniform, he came to Listening Rain Pavilion. The usual teasing words felt like they belonged to a previous lifetime. He took a letter and a thick stack of silver notes from his chest and placed them on the table. He turned his face away, refusing to look at me, only his hoarse voice betrayed his emotions. Why you, this trip for this prince has nine to one odds of death. The capital is no longer a safe place to stay. While it's still dark, take this and go to Jiangnan. Find a place where no one knows you, change your name and identity, and live well. From now on, the sky is high and the sea is wide. You're free. I lowered my head and looked at the divorce letter, then at the brick thick stack of silver notes. Honestly, I was ashamed to admit it, but for one second I wavered, roughly calculating how many roast chickens and storybooks this money could buy. But the next moment, reason quickly won. Having money was only the first step. I still needed to be alive to spend it. One, I had no sense of direction and couldn't tell east from west, north from south. I could get lost the moment I stepped out the city gate. Two, I didn't know how to cook. Three, I had no martial arts. Four, I was slightly socially anxious. Leaving the prince's manor with this top-tier security system and wandering the streets with a pile of money was no different from a fat, walking sheep. In minutes I would be robbed of both money and virtue, left to rot in the wilderness. Once I thought it through, I decided immediately. I grabbed the divorce letter and tore it into pieces. Then I suddenly dropped to my knees, lunged forward, and hugged Yui Dizou's thigh tightly, crying until the sky and earth shook. I'm not going! Even if I die, I'm not going! Are you trying to break your promise? You said you'd imprison me for life and support me for life! Missing even one year, one month, one day, or one hour doesn't count as a lifetime. Yui Dizou's entire body stiffened. He wanted to push me away but didn't dare use force. Stop making a scene. The capital is now a deadly trap. Staying here means certain death. I hug it even tighter, smearing snot and tears all over his pants. Better to die here than freeze to death elsewhere. Jiangnan has no underground heating. The damp cold in winter is unbearable. And without you to protect me, if you die, who will issue my winning lottery tickets? Who will protect me from being bullied? You're kicking me out and giving me so much money. What if some wild man tricks me out of both my money and my body? Hearing me wail so shamelessly about fearing death and clinging to life, Yui Dizou's eyes gradually reddened. He sighed, bent down to help me up, and pulled me into his arms. Silly girl. What virtue or ability does this prince have to make you value me this much, even willing to throw away your life? I shrank my neck guiltily. Saying it was love, maybe there was a tiny bit, but mainly because the outside world was too dangerous. His thigh was still the safest. Yet even though Yui Dizou was moved into a complete mess by me, his principles were stubbornly firm. He believed that although Jiangnan was far, with secret guards escorting me it would be extremely safe. Still better than licking blood off blades on the battlefield. So on the surface he agreed, but behind my back he secretly had me drink some sleeping medicine. Then he arranged a team and bundled me up that very night to send me straight to Jiangnan. Thankfully, before sleeping I had drunk my homemade milk tea. Not only did I not sleep too deeply, but before we had gone far I needed to pee and woke up. While the secret guards went to buy rations, I decisively jumped out of the carriage and crawled straight into Yui Dizou's wagon full of armor and supplies, stuffing myself inside. Halfway there, Yui Dizou felt the wagon was unusually heavy. His face darkened as he personally went to check. When he drew his sword and flipped open the lid, he saw me curled into a ball, hugging a ration biscuit and knowing until my mouth was full of crumbs. Our eyes met. I awkwardly swallowed the last bite and raised a hand in greeting. Hi, your highness. What a coincidence. Yui Dizou shook with rage. He yanked me out of the box with one hand and roared, Shen Weiyu, have you gone mad? This is a battlefield. Swords and blades have no eyes. What are you doing here? Tired of living too long? Being scolded by him, I shrank my neck a little but still hugged his waist tightly with righteous reasoning. Thank you for sending me to Jiangnan, but I thought it over. Only by staying beside you do I feel safe. So wherever you are, that's where I'll be. We've already come this far. You can't abandon me midway. The northern border was bitterly cold. The wind cut across our faces like knives. But while I have no other skills, my talent for living comfortably is innate. At night when it was so cold I couldn't sleep. I gathered leftover feathers from the slaughtered chickens and geese, dried them, disinfected them, and sued them into thin-quilt tubes. It looked crude, but this homemade sleeping bag kept out the wind and retained warmth beautifully. I also complained that the rations were too hard and hurt my teeth when chewed. So I asked the army cook to grind them fine. Under the military doctor's guidance, we added wild herbs that weren't poisonous along with dried meat and boiled everything into a mixed congee pot. It didn't look like much, but one hot bowl sliding down your throat warmed you from the gullet straight to the stomach. I fiddled with these things every day, just to make myself more comfortable. I never expected the quartermaster to gradually take over purchasing and spread them throughout the entire army. The soldiers who had once seen me as a burden and a femme fatale did a complete 180. Holding bowls of hot congee and using warm sleeping bags, their eyes when they looked at me now shone brightly. They secretly whispered that the princess consort was a lucky star, deeply in love with His Highness, willing to follow him to death. With His Highness blessed, this battle was sure to be won. The thing called morale is sometimes very mystical. Because of me, the camp that had been gloomy from court schemes gradually gained the breath of living people. Even the strange saying, if the princess consort is still sleeping soundly tonight, everything must be fine, became a bizarre omen. Gradually, my own mindset changed too. At first I had only seen this as the world inside a book. These people were just NPCs in a story, without any real feeling. But when the 16-year-old young soldier, blushing, stuffed a wild fruit he couldn't bear to eat into my hand and said my sleeping bag had saved his father's rheumatism, afflicted leg, only to be carried back the next day covered in blood, I held the wild fruit I hadn't eaten yet, my heart unbearably heavy. They were real living people who could laugh, feel fear, and bleed their last drop to protect their country and homes, including me. They were the heroes standing in front of countless ordinary people. And every time Yoidoodza returned to the tent in the dead of night, reeking of blood, and saw the small lamp left burning for him, and me curled up in the sleeping bag with perfect sleep quality, he would remove his heavy armor, step over quietly without waking me, and simply watch for a moment before placing a cold kiss on my forehead. Why you, when this battle ends, this prince will give you a lifetime of peace. I mumbled sleepily in acknowledgement and turned to hug his arm. In my dreams, I seemed to truly see the future he promised. Money, leisure, cats, and him it didn't sound bad at all. The battle was incredibly difficult, but the victory was unexpectedly beautiful. A few months later, Yoidoodza returned in triumph. Using thunderous methods, he purged the treacherous ministers and eradicated their factions. That cheap father who had treated me as a pawn, along with all the forces behind him, was uprooted completely. The old emperor abdicated, and Yoidoodza was enthroned by the Hundred Officials, officially ascending as emperor. Although I suffered quite a bit of gossip because of my background as the prime minister's daughter, in the eyes of the world I was the woman who had followed him with unwavering loyalty, deep love, and a vow to live and die together. The empress position was basically reserved for me by default. You ask what I thought? Haha I was in Listening Rain Palace right then, packing my luggage all night long. Are you kidding? Was being an empress an easy job? No days off, no overtime pay, waking before dawn every day and not sleeping until midnight. I also had to scheme against a bunch of monsters in the harem for assaulted fish who just wanted to lie still. This was a hell level dungeon? Before, I hadn't dared run because going solo was too easy to get killed. But after following the army for half a year, I had seen the world. The moment I returned to the capital, I contacted the largest escort agency in the city, spent a fortune, and bought the ultimate underworld safety insurance package. As long as the money was enough, even assassins could become bodyguards. With such perfect timing, if I didn't run now when would I? I stuffed all my gold, silver, and jewels into my clothes and prepared to slip away. The instant I touched the back door Wobzoo, in full imperial dragon robes, blocked me on the spot. He looked at me with a half smile. Where is the empress planning to go? I laughed dryly twice and clutched my stomach, launching straight into an Oscar-worthy performance. This consort suddenly feels unwell. I fear I don't have many days left. The world is so vast. I want to find a good feng shui plot in Jiangnan and quietly pass away there. Staying in the palace is too unlucky. Yu Dezhi laughed in exasperation. He hoisted me over his shoulder with one arm and strode back inside. Dream on if you think you can run. The next day, an imperial edict shook the court. The new emperor, taking pity on the empress who had fallen ill while following the army, decreed that her frail body required complete rest. She was exempted from all palace rules and rituals and relieved of managing the six palaces. All harem affairs would be jointly handled by the four senior palace ladies of the Shanggong Bureau. The empress only needed to rest peacefully in Listening Rain Palace. Responsible. Yu Dezhi leaned close, lightly biting my ear and whispered, Responsible. Let me take care of making you happy. Speaking of Listening Rain Palace, I had originally planned to hang up a sign saying, Cold Palace, to signal quiet and solitude. Please stay away if you're free. Yu Dezhi rejected it with a black face. Listening Rain Palace occupied the most beautiful location deep inside the imperial palace. It already had a library collecting storybooks from across the realm, and hot spring water was diverted directly into it. Soaking in winter felt like flying. The rear courtyard was turned into a full farm. Vegetables and chickens raised side by side, and a special cat cafe was built. Home to an entire pride of adorable imperial cats. Outside everyone said the empress was a tragic beauty, bedridden year-round. Too weak to even leave her bed. That's right, that's right. Being too lazy to get out of bed counts as being unable to get out of bed. In short, no work, no socializing, no harem scheming. The world's most luxurious retirement center. And I happily accepted the role. You Yi Dezhu had been emperor for three years. The court and the land were peaceful and prosperous. The only thing that made the censors lose sleep was one persistent complaint. The empress stayed ill year-round, ignored palace duties, and monopolized his majesty. She was truly a jealous woman. Some rumors claimed the empress was bedridden, rarely seen, a pitiful beauty whose early death everyone mourned. Others said she was a seductive temptress who used her beauty to enchant the emperor and lived in extravagant luxury. Every time Lian Xin, who was now the head senior lady of the Shanggong Bureau, heard those rumors, she had to pinch her own thigh to keep from laughing. Monopolize his majesty. More like the opposite. Bedridden. Clearly her majesty is just too lazy to do her makeup and meet people. One afternoon, Lian Xin carried a fresh batch of tribute fruit into Listening Rain Palace on orders. The moment she pushed open the door, she automatically lowered her eyes out of habit. Do not look where you should not. At dusk, a whole row of lush green onions was growing splendidly. The emperor, who always appeared decisive and ruthless on the throne, was currently squatting on the ground, shelling roasted chestnuts. The empress, whom the world claimed was fatally ill, lay sprawled on the swing with one leg crossed over the other, one hand stroking a cat and the other holding a storybook, utterly absorbed. His majesty picked up a freshly roasted seed, blew on it to cool it, and brought it to her lips. Her majesty didn't even lift her eyelids. She opened her mouth, bit down, then frowned. This one's a little burnt. Don't want it. His majesty wasn't the least bit angry. He ate the rest himself, shelled another, and offered it again. Does the food today suit your taste? The new milk tea from the imperial kitchen. Is the sweetness right? Can you pay attention to me now? Lian Xin quietly retreated, gently closing the door behind her. Outside the sunlight was perfect. She suddenly remembered a dream her majesty had once mentioned. Money, leisure, cats and him, it had truly come true. And that was the most beautiful ending she could ever imagine. That concludes today's story on stellar novels. We hope you enjoyed it. Please give us a like, leave your thoughts in the comments, and subscribe to stay updated with new stories. See you next time.