After returning to the capital to farm, the abandoned concubine made a comeback.

Lin Qin was furious, but she knew that complaining would not help.

Back home, she comforted her wailing baby, her eyes growing ever more determined.

Rolling up her sleeves, Lin Qin took even more meticulous care of the remaining seeds, watering and fertilizing them without a moment's slack.

She even made a scarecrow by the field and comically drew an old woman's face on it, just to vent her anger.

Hard work pays off.

A few days later, the crops in the once sparse fields were growing well, and the branches were bent low with heavy fruit, a scene of abundant harvest.

Production has doubled compared to previous years!

Looking at the lush green vegetable garden and the golden wheat field, Lin Qin felt a great sense of accomplishment, and her little one clapped his hands and giggled.

The joy of the harvest quickly spread throughout the farm, and villagers flocked to watch, marveling at the sight.

Even Granny Zhang, who had previously mocked her, couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

Lin Qin ignored all of this and busied herself transporting the harvested crops to the market to sell.

With fresh vegetables and fruits, plump grains, and Lin Qin's persuasive sales pitch, the stall was quickly crowded with customers, all vying to buy.

Lin Qin's face was beaming with smiles as she counted the money until her hands were sore. This was the biggest income she had earned since coming to the farm!

"Qin girl, your vegetables are growing so well! How did you grow them?" Manager Sun asked curiously as he paid.

Lin Qin smiled mysteriously, "This is a family secret recipe, never to be passed on to outsiders!"

Just as Lin Qin was extremely busy, a magnificent carriage slowly drove into the market and stopped in front of her stall.

The carriage curtain was lifted, revealing a handsome yet aloof face—it was Zhu Ling.

He gazed intently at Lin Qin, his thin lips parting slightly: "Your Highness, come back to the manor with me."

"Your Highness, what brings you here?" Lin Qin forced a smile, suppressing her unease.

The crowd at the market erupted in excitement, casting envious and jealous glances at Lin Qin.

"Princess? This young lady is actually a princess!" "Tsk tsk, it seems that becoming a phoenix after climbing the social ladder is really true!" The villagers who had previously mocked Lin Qin now felt their faces burning with embarrassment, as if they had swallowed flies.

Grandma Zhang stood there awkwardly, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a single word.

Finally, she could only manage to squeeze out a dry, "Your Highness, this vegetable... looks really good."

Lin Qin's lips curled up slightly, and she thought to herself: I am Niohuru Lin Qin now!

She remained outwardly calm and humbly said, "It's all thanks to everyone." Her Versailles performance earned her even more awe from the surrounding villagers. The former abandoned concubine had now become the "queen" of the farm.

As a result, the villagers who had been close to her also benefited and were flattered and fawned over by others.

This sudden change left Lin Qin somewhat bewildered, both amused and exasperated.

She just wanted to farm and raise her children quietly, so how did she become a "queen"?

There's something wrong with the direction of this plot!

Zhu Ling watched Lin Qin handle the villagers with ease, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

He had only been conducting a routine inspection, but he never expected that the abandoned concubine he had demoted to the farm would have such abilities.

It seems he underestimated her before.

"Your Highness, I know you are doing well here, but the Royal Palace is your true home." Zhu Ling's tone left no room for argument, as if declaring Lin Qin's fate.

Lin Qin felt like a million alpacas were stampeding through her mind.

Return to the palace?

What a joke!

She had finally managed to live a comfortable life on the farm, and she didn't want to go back and face all that scheming and backstabbing!

Just as she was thinking about how to refuse, she saw the guards behind Zhu Ling carrying in a large box.

The box was opened, revealing it filled with dazzling gold and silver jewels.

"This is my compensation to you," Zhu Ling said calmly.

Lin Qin's inner thoughts: Is it money I lack? It's freedom I lack!

She took a deep breath and was about to speak when Zhu Ling continued, "Of course, if you are willing to obediently return to my residence, these are just a small gift."

Lin Qin: "..." Are you serious?

She glanced at the glittering jewelry, then at the giggling baby beside her, and fell into deep thought.

"Your Highness, I..." Lin Qin had only uttered two words when suddenly, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from afar, breaking the tranquility of the market.

Amidst the rising dust, a man dressed in black rode up, reined in his horse before Zhu Ling, dismounted, knelt on one knee, and cried out urgently, "Your Highness, something has happened in the palace!" Lin Qin looked at the glittering jewels and thought to herself: Although I love money, I love freedom even more!

She was about to refuse when she heard Zhu Ling coldly retort, "Your Highness, don't forget your place."

Good grief, is this some kind of moral blackmail?

Lin Qin rolled her eyes inwardly, but put on a smile: "Your Highness, I'm doing very well at the farm, farming and raising children. Look, my fruit and vegetable yields have doubled, and the villagers all praise me as the 'Queen of the Countryside'! Going back to the palace? That would be the death of me!"

She pointed to the mountain of agricultural products behind her, then picked up her child who was gnawing on a big chicken leg, trying to impress Zhu Ling with her achievements.

The child giggled at Zhu Ling and called out in a sweet, childish voice, "Daddy!"

Zhu Ling looked at the lively mother and son before him, his heart stirred slightly, but he quickly regained his cold expression: "Your Highness, I have seen all your achievements. But the Royal Palace is your true home, and I will not allow you to remain here any longer."

Lin Qin thought to herself: Good grief, he's completely unyielding!

Looks like we'll have to use our ultimate weapon.

"Your Highness, I know you are of noble status, but you cannot force me to do something I cannot accept! I am currently burdened with a heavy responsibility, carrying the little system and bearing the performance targets for wealth creation! If I return to the palace and delay the progress, I will be ruined!"

She talked nonsense with a straight face, and even secretly pinched the child to signal him to cooperate with the performance.

The child immediately understood and burst into tears: "Mommy, we're not going back! I want to grow big watermelons here!"

Zhu Ling: "..." What kind of nonsense is this?

Just as he was about to speak, Lin Qin continued, "Your Highness, as you know, the 'country style' is all the rage now, and I'm at the forefront of fashion! If you take me back, wouldn't you seem out of touch?"

Zhu Ling's temples bulged with veins. This woman was getting more and more outrageous!

He took a deep breath, about to explode, when he saw Lin Qin's expression suddenly change. She leaned close to his ear mysteriously and whispered, "Your Highness, actually, I have another secret..."

Zhu Ling frowned slightly: "What secret?"

Lin Qin paused mysteriously for a moment, then lowered her voice and said, "Your Majesty... I'm pregnant!"

Zhu Ling: "!!!"

Just as Zhu Ling was in shock, Lin Qin seized the opportunity to pick up the child, turned and ran, shouting as she ran, "Your Highness, I'm going back to protect my pregnancy! Don't come looking for me unless it's absolutely necessary!"

Zhu Ling watched her fleeing figure, his lips twitching slightly.

This woman is really...

It makes you both hate and love it.

He was just about to order a pursuit when suddenly, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from afar…

A man in black dismounted, knelt on one knee, and said urgently, "Your Highness, the Princess Consort..." Lin Qin ran faster than a rabbit while holding the baby, thinking to herself: All I wanted was to farm in peace and quiet.

Why is it so difficult!

That prince is like a persistent ghost, clinging to you like a leech!

Halfway there, she suddenly remembered the lie she had just told and couldn't help but facepalm: Oh no, I've really messed up this time!

She said she was pregnant; how is she going to explain this back then?!

There were no pregnancy tests in ancient times!

Just as Lin Qin was at a loss, the cute little system's voice rang in her mind: "Host, we've detected a new money-making opportunity in the Prince's Mansion! But the risks are also very high, so please choose carefully!"

A money-making opportunity?

Lin Qin's eyes lit up; this was her job!

However, the risks are also very high...

She hesitated.

The Prince's mansion was a place that devoured people without spitting out their bones; she had no desire to go back to that scheming and backstabbing place.

But wouldn't it be even better if we could use the resources of the Prince's Mansion to make more money?

Then she can take her baby around the world, living a life of luxury and comfort. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Lin Qin began to seriously consider the prompts from the small system, her heart filled with conflict.

On one hand, there is a peaceful rural life; on the other hand, there is the unknown world of the royal palace. What should she choose?

"Host, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make money at the Prince's Mansion! If you miss this chance, who knows when the next one will come!" the little system continued to urge.

Lin Qin gritted her teeth. Fortune favors the bold! Let's do it!

She immediately turned around and ran towards the direction of the Prince's Mansion.

The little one looked at her with a bewildered expression: "Mommy, aren't we going home?"

Lin Qin smiled mysteriously: "Little one, we're going to make a lot of money!"

However, just as she was about to reach the Prince's mansion, she suddenly heard the cry of a baby coming from outside the thatched hut...

"Whose child is this...?"