Si Jin

The day the city fell, Feng Yun was treated by her father as a spoil of war and presented to the enemy general.
Everyone pitied her, soon to be a captive, plunging into a fiery pit.
Yet she veiled the little donkey cart that took her out of the city tightly, daring not to let anyone see the secret delight in her heart…
As a child, she behaved oddly and spoke startling words, once predicting a war in which the whole army was wiped out, nearly being burned to death by her clan as a demon.
When she grew up, her beauty was out of the world, but she was rejected by her husband's family.
In the period of chaos and disorder everywhewe, where could a female captive go?
"I do not seek a devoted partner to grow old with; I merely wish to rule unrivaled in this life."
In her previous life, Feng Yun was always the one being scorned by others; in this life, she decided to strike first, turning the tables on each and every one of them, those so-called unreachable flowers and beasts in gentleman's clothing, those degenerates… all to be scorned in return.

The Slender Waist

Feng Yun's regenerative rice paddy was surrounded by villagers, a swarm of them buzzing with conversation. Many had followed the irrigation channel to arrive here. In years when the sky withheld rain, the sight of water was as precious as gold, and their astonished murmurs were full of emotion.


Watching the water slowly flow through the channel, Feng Yun's eyes sparkled with exceptional clarity…


Many hands make light work, and she once again realized the benefits of having many subordinates.


There were eight vertical wells in total, with the deepest one located at the mine, utilizing the terrain to ensure a steady flow. Even though the distance from Little Jieqiu to Huaxi Village wasn't too far, and they were diverting the water downhill with relatively few obstacles along the way, it still required a tremendous amount of labor.


Chapter 397: Presenting Buddha with Borrowed Flowers