Synopsis:
Lin Shu, a “delicate flower” from the apocalypse, transmigrated into a book as the vicious fake heiress. By the time she arrived, the story had already reached its grand finale.
The fake heiress had committed every possible misdeed and was about to be sent away to a manor, where she would later be secretly killed by the real heiress, dying a miserable death.
Facing such an opening, Lin Shu’s legs buckled. She slumped to the ground, weeping like a pear blossom in the rain.
“You are all right. A vicious and insidious bad egg like me does not deserve to be the daughter of the Marquisate. Being sent to a manor is truly letting me off too easily.”
“I’ll pack my bags tonight and get lost. I’ll go straight back to my original hometown to farm for the rest of my life, boo-hoo-hoo.”
Everyone: …
The reborn real heiress: …
Everyone said the fake heiress of the Marquisate had lost her mind, preferring to farm in a mountain village rather than “live out her golden years” in peace at the Marquisate’s manor.
In her heart, however, Lin Shu was delighted.
There are no weeds in the mountains; everything you recognize is a treasure!
Endless mushrooms to pick, bamboo shoots to pull, and wild vegetables to gather. Flowers can be made into pastries, roots can be made into delicacies, and she can go into the fields to catch loaches and snails…
Every day, Lin Shu prepared mountain delicacies in various ways, nourishing herself until she became “chubby” (not really).
[Yellow Heart Version Synopsis]:
Old Second Lin’s family had a man they had bought. That man was built tall and sturdy with immense strength; he could easily lift a stone mortar weighing hundreds of catties by himself.
Lin Shu was carrying a basket to the river when she spotted the man shirtless, wringing out the coarse tunic he had taken off.
His back was broad, his muscles tight and firm, with droplets of water sliding down the smooth contours of his skin.
His waistline was sharp and handsome, lean and powerful to the extreme.
Lin Shu whistled inwardly, “Young man, what a waist!”
Later, Lin Shu was entwined around that fine waist, crying as she was tossed about.
Zhou Ye: “Shu’er, I like hearing it. Call out more.”
Lin Shu: “Get lost!”
#Mountain village life, the scent of the mortal world, slow three meals a day, steady and long, warm daily life
Most of the time is spent eating, cooking, and gathering supplies in the wild, with some spare time spent flirting with an honest man.
[White Camellia Little Drama Queen x Smoldering Strong Rough Man]
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