Youngest Fifth Daughter 

Once upon a time-travel leap, Mu Caiwei, the gold-medal bodyguard, turned into a poor peasant girl, Mu Caiwei, who starved to death.
With nothing to their name, and an empty rice vat, facing a skinny, malnourished mother and a bunch of hungry younger siblings, Mu Caiwei rolled up her sleeves and shouted, "Sister's going to get rich!"
Although she had followed a proud and aloof path in her past life, times were now different.
At the small stall, Mu Caiwei donned an apron, zealously crying out, "Fried skewers, fried skewers, all kinds of fried skewers…”
In the fabric store, Mu Caiwei expertly worked the abacus, "This Q version of damask should be sold for fifty taels of silver a piece…”
……
Soon, the people of the Great Jin Nation knew that the richest person in the Great Jin was not only a stunning, young girl, but also a generous and philanthropic individual!
Mu Caiwei couldn't dream that she received a miracle — a magical space, by simply carrying out a few random acts of charity!
She also received an extremely “embarrassing” — predestined marriage!
In a nutshell: The stunning transition from poverty-stricken peasant girl to Empress!
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Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress

It was only after she had walked far away that the Great Han came to his senses, shook himself, and hurried down, anxiously asking the madam, "Mother, who was that woman just now, and what was she doing?"


Seeing the Great Han in such a frantic state, the madam thought he had taken a liking to the Wife of King Qin and couldn't help but let out a laugh, waved her handkerchief airily, and cooed, "Oh dear, my lord, don't bother about that woman. Just cherish your Aunt Qiu Hong. Although Qiu Hong is not as good-looking as that woman, she is excellent at her work. What's more, that lady is someone you cannot afford to think about..."


The Great Han had no interest in flirting or exchanging sweet nothings. He grabbed her arm harshly and said sternly, "Woman, stop coquetting and prattling with me. Tell me quickly, what was that woman doing? Where has she gone now?"


"Ouch, ouch… it hurts, let go… I'll tell you... I'll tell you... isn't that enough..."


Chapter 1027: Zhao Yang's Innermost Feelings (4)