Reincarnation and Rebirth

Su Wan'er walked out of the pharmacy, went to the grape trellis, picked a bunch, wiped it casually, and started eating.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up. According to the original owner's memories, there was a basement level in this courtyard, filled with gold and silver treasures. She had to go and take a look.

The entrance was in the bedroom. Su Wan'er went down and was immediately furious. "That damned spendthrift! Didn't he say there was a basement full of gold and silver? This basement is at least a hundred square meters! Ah, and there are only two silver ingots left! What a spendthrift!"

Enraged, Su Wan'er picked up and put down the two silver ingots several times before finally putting them back. What good was silver in her current situation? Was she supposed to go shopping outside the palace?

Suddenly, Su Wan'er thought of something that made her very upset: the original owner of this body had already had physical intimacy with that dog emperor. Good heavens, even if it happened before she transmigrated, Su Wan'er still felt disgusted. This body was hers to use now.

I rushed back to the bedroom and went to the bathroom behind the screen. The bathroom was quite modern, with a bathtub, toilet, and sink.

Su Wan'er really wanted to rush in and wash herself properly, but because of the run she had just made, the injury on her buttocks started to ache again, reminding her that she couldn't get it wet right now.

Su Wan'er cursed the "national treasure" (a derogatory term for a woman's traditional medicine), went to the pharmacy, took out the best wound medicine, and applied it to her wounds as if it were free. The original owner of this body was too foolish; she wanted to save all the good things for that scoundrel, being so harsh on herself. Oh right, there was also that last royal-grade pill. Before transmigrating, the original owner had just refined it, intending to present it to Zi Xingchen as a gift for the Grand Hall's investiture. Unexpectedly, he gave her a huge surprise first, so the medicine was still in her spatial storage. Hmm, that's great; she really needs it now. After applying the medicine, Su Wan'er held the bottle containing the pill in her hand.

The space itself is cramped and lacks any sense of time or inexhaustible spiritual spring water. Apart from the basement and the gold and silver treasures that have already disappeared, everything else is no different from the outside world. Otherwise, this girl wouldn't be so frugal.

Sighing, Su Wan'er pondered her future path.

To spend one's entire life in the palace? That's impossible.

Divorce? Uh, that shouldn't have been a concept in ancient times. Besides, this is the imperial palace; it would be difficult to leave even if you wanted to.

So there's only one way: make that dog emperor believe that his space is gone, and then throw him into the cold palace. Hmm, that's a good idea. He can figure out a way to get out of the palace later.

But what if that scoundrel, in a fit of anger, wanted to kill her? No, she couldn't risk that. Forget it, she should think things through more carefully. For now, she should focus on recovering her health. If she didn't find a solution, Su Wan'er felt that she would kick the bucket again even without the emperor issuing a death order.

The space is great except for the lack of time difference. There is no day or night, and the temperature and humidity remain constant, making it very comfortable.

After applying the medicine, Su Wan'er felt that her buttocks were not so painful anymore, so she walked out of the courtyard. She wanted to find the spiritual spring behind her. She really couldn't believe that the spiritual spring would only have one drop every day if she didn't see it with her own eyes.

Well, when she saw it with her own eyes, Su Wan'er gave up. To say it was just a drop was really an exaggeration. When a nurse pushes air during an injection or skin test, the amount of fluid that comes out is more than just a drop.

If the original owner hadn't placed a small bowl under the spring and noticed the dampness at the bottom of the bowl, she wouldn't have been able to see the water droplets at all. It must have been difficult for the original owner to discover the spring water—or rather, the microorganisms. Su Wan'er was worried that if there was a strong sun in the space, it would evaporate in no time.

There was a small mound in the space. In Su Wan'er's opinion, it couldn't be called a mountain. The spiritual spring was on this small mound, and it was surrounded by trees.

Next to the mound is a small pond, presumably used for irrigation. Beside the pond is about 200 square meters of black soil, half of which is used to grow medicinal herbs, and the other half is used to grow grains, vegetables and fruits, all of which are well-managed.

Like a general, Su Wan'er surveyed the area before returning to her study. With an hour or so until dawn, she hurried to read, hoping there might be books about this space among them. Su Wan'er was still unwilling to give up and secretly prayed that the space could be upgraded, just like the previous transmigrators, with time differences and the ability to possess vast grasslands with herds of cattle and sheep. Haha, just thinking about it was wonderful.

While happily daydreaming, Su Wan'er began searching through the bookshelves. Sure enough, as she had imagined, the variety of books in this space was truly vast, ranging from astronomy and geography to agriculture, forestry, and animal husbandry. However, even after searching for almost an hour, Su Wan'er still hadn't found a book that resembled an instruction manual.

She sighed softly. Well, it seems this is how the space is. She can't be too greedy, after all, it was free. Seeing that dawn was approaching, she needed to hurry back to bed.

Thinking this, Su Wan'er was about to touch her fingers when she suddenly noticed that there was a book under the desk leg, which looked tattered.

As if possessed, Su Wan'er walked over and pulled the tattered book out from under the table leg. The cover was missing. She patiently read a few pages and was immediately filled with exasperation. How could the original owner of this body be so brainless? This was the space description she had been searching for for over an hour! Good heavens, she actually used it to prop up her desk. What a waste! No wonder the original owner died. It was no injustice.

However, there's no time for her to continue reading now. Oh well, I'll put the book on the desk and put the original cookbook under the desk. Hmm, that'll do.

Before Su Wan'er could even close her eyes after she left, that palace maid, whose face looked like it had been dipped in a flour vat, came back in.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor requests your presence at Yonghe Palace."

Yonghe Palace? Isn't that Empress Su Qing'er's residence? Su Wan'er instantly understood; this was a case of not giving up until the goal was achieved.

Recalling her memories, she learned that the palace maid was named Cailian. She was sent by Zixingchen after she entered the palace. On the surface, she was supposed to serve her, but in reality, she was a spy planted next to her.

“Cailian, my injuries have not yet healed. If I go there, I may offend the Empress. Go and tell the Emperor that I will go to pay my respects to the Empress once my injuries have healed.”

"This is probably not appropriate."

Su Wan'er exuded an aura of dominance, "Are you the master or am I the master?"

Cailian was startled by Su Wan'er's imposing manner. When did this Imperial Noble Consort, who was usually polite and courteous to everyone, become so domineering?

"This servant will go and report to the Emperor and Empress immediately."

Suddenly, Su Wan'er's ears twitched slightly. The original owner of this body had another special skill: she had exceptional hearing. She could distinguish subtle sounds within ten meters and hear movements within a hundred meters. At this moment, she heard footsteps coming from the doorway. Judging from the sound, there were quite a few people coming.

At this point, who else could come to her?

Su Wan'er called out to Cai Lian, gesturing for her to pour a cup of water. Cai Lian was, after all, just a palace maid, and on the surface, she still had to respectfully serve this Imperial Noble Consort, so she poured her a cup of hot water and brought it to her.

At the same time, a eunuch's hoarse voice rang out from outside the door, "The Emperor has arrived! The Empress has arrived!"

Su Wan'er sneered, "So impatient?" Su Wan'er had been refining the Royal-grade pills since the beginning, but so far, she had only managed to produce three. When she finished refining the first one, Zi Xingchen didn't believe that the medicine would be very effective. At that time, they were being chased all the way, and their General Xiao Yunting, who was protecting them, was seriously injured and barely breathing. So Zi Xingchen gave the medicine to Xiao Yunting.

Surprisingly, the next day, Xiao Yunting's injuries had all healed. Even the poison that had been secretly administered to him while he was escorting them out of the palace was cured. What was most enviable was that after his recovery, his power increased significantly, which enabled him to overcome all obstacles, protect the Crown Prince and his entourage, and even regain control of his former subordinates, catching the Ziyan Kingdom off guard.

Zi Xingchen was overjoyed and kept asking Su Wan'er if there were any more spiritual herbs.

Su Wan'er was also foolish, and answered honestly that she could only refine one pill at a time, and if she wanted more, she would have to wait another six months.

Zi Xingchen's heart was aching like it was being scratched by a cat. If it weren't for Xiao Yunting's unwavering loyalty to the Zi family dynasty, he would have regretted it to death, and might even have cut off his bones, bled him out, boiled him into soup, and drunk it himself.

Six months later, their team had gradually grown stronger and was able to contend with the Purple Flame Kingdom. Zi Xingchen kept asking Su Wan'er about the progress of the refining every day. Seeing Xiao Yunting becoming more and more powerful every day, it would be a lie to say that he was not afraid.

After he consumed the Royal-grade Pill immediately upon receiving it, he felt his internal organs were nourished, and his internal strength showed signs of a breakthrough.

Later, Zi Xingchen even discovered that he was getting younger and younger. After questioning Su Wan'er, he learned that this royal-grade pill could not only save lives and bring the dead back to life, but also detoxify, beautify the skin, enhance one's power, and improve one's health. If one could take one pill every year, it could even prolong one's life.

Now, Zi Xingchen couldn't sit still any longer and urged Su Wan'er to continue refining. However, even a skilled cook can't cook without rice. He calculated the time and figured the third pill should be ready by now. Since Su Wan'er had said one pill a year was enough, he decided to give the third one to Su Qing'er. Why would someone as selfish as Zi Xingchen want to give it to Su Qing'er? Love? Heh, that was probably only a tenth of the reason. The main reason was that one time after drinking, he accidentally mentioned the Imperial-grade pill, and Su Qing'er had been pestering him for one too. Her implication was that she hadn't fully recovered from shielding Zi Xingchen from a sword and wanted to recuperate so she could give birth to a son for him and solidify her throne. Furthermore, Su Ping now held considerable military power and a certain position in the court; Zi Xingchen needed him to stabilize the court and restrain Xiao Yunting. Therefore, he agreed.

It has to be said that compared to Su Wan'er, Zi Xingchen still cares about Su Qing'er quite a bit.