Chapter 3: Space, Initiating the Zero-Dollar Shopping Spree

Once she was alone in the room, Shen Xiangwan looked down at her wedding attire and then at the room's furnishings. She curled her lip, turned around to change into something more convenient, and tied her waist-length hair into a high ponytail. According to the original novel, Wei Chengyi would be summoned to the palace by the Emperor before he even had a chance to consummate the marriage; at dawn, the Imperial Guards would arrive with the Emperor's decree to seize the household.

However, what she didn't know was that Wei Chengyi would not be summoned to the palace this time. Instead, under the pretext of the bride being swapped, he would suffer a surge of rage, cough up blood, and fall into a coma, throwing the entire Prince's Manor into chaos. Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night for many.

"Fortunately, my space came with me."

After approaching the table to fill her stomach, Shen Xiangwan did not go to sleep. Instead, she focused her mind to sense her surroundings. Once she confirmed that her spatial dimension had indeed traveled with her, she let out a quiet sigh of relief. With this, she had a bit more confidence.

"A house seizure, is it?"

A faint, wicked smile curled at the corners of her lips, and a trace of dark charm flickered in her eyes. Since the dog Emperor loved seizing households, she would seize his first!

Since a seizure was inevitable anyway, she might as well start with the Prime Minister's Manor.

She acted immediately!

Shen Xiangwan's slender figure vanished instantly. When she reappeared, she was in a completely different world. In the distance, endless mountain ranges layered upon one another, their peaks shrouded in drifting mists. At the foot of the mountains flowed a clear, wide river, with fruit trees planted at regular intervals along both banks, laden with heavy fruit that made one's mouth water.

Drawing her gaze closer, she saw a vast expanse of black soil planted with all kinds of vegetation—grains, vegetables, and various medicinal herbs, all lush and abundant!

However, Shen Xiangwan had no intention of admiring the scenery. Time was of the essence. After finding her direction, she teleported there. Her spatial ability had awakened when she reached adulthood in the 28th century; it allowed her not only to store and grow things but also to use the space to teleport. As long as the space extended to a location, she could enter and exit freely.

Having pinpointed the direction of the Prime Minister's Manor, Shen Xiangwan moved in and out of the space repeatedly, standing outside the manor within a few breaths.

The original owner of this body was the true daughter recently recovered by the Prime Minister's family. She was not only ignored by the masters of the manor, but even the servants did not truly treat her as a mistress. Everyone believed in their hearts that, having grown up in the countryside, she wasn't even worthy of carrying the shoes for the fake daughter, Shen Xiangyue. This was one of the reasons why Shen Xiangyue could so easily scheme to have the original owner marry in her place.

If they didn't value her, why bother bringing her back?

The original owner couldn't understand it, but Shen Xiangwan could clearly feel a heavy, crushing sensation in her chest—the residual emotions of the original owner.

"Don't worry. Everything they owe you, I will reclaim for you, one by one."

She whispered to her chest. Only after ensuring that the heavy feeling had vanished did Shen Xiangwan re-enter the space, using its extension to slip easily into the Prime Minister's Manor.

The manor was massive. The front courtyard alone contained several warehouses, and every master's courtyard had its own small private storehouse. Shen Xiangwan, undeterred by the effort, followed her memory to find the largest communal warehouse. Inside, hundreds of large and small chests were filled with various gold and silver treasures. The floor was piled with precious silks, porcelain, and other valuables of countless varieties.

Shen Xiangwan had no intention of being polite. With a wave of her hand, she instantly entered "zero-dollar shopping" mode. Everything was swept into her space, leaving nothing behind but mouse droppings.

In addition, the other two communal warehouses were filled with various grains like fine rice, white flour, and millet, which Shen Xiangwan also collected in one go.

"Master, Shen Xiangwan has gone too far! To use such low-life tactics to replace Yue'er and marry into the Prince's Manor... can we really not teach her a lesson?"

In the main master suite, the Prime Minister's wife, Lady Jiang, spoke while helping Prime Minister Shen Yishan remove his outer robe. Her well-maintained face was contorted with blatant disdain and loathing.

"She is nothing but a menace!"

Her words only fueled Shen Yishan's anger. His eyes bulged like copper bells. "When she returns to the family after her three days of mourning, I will give her a letter of severance. This Prime Minister has no such daughter."

He was short-sighted; if he could, he would rush to the Prince's Manor right this instant.

"Mhm."

Lady Jiang did not object. From beginning to end, she had never truly looked at Shen Xiangwan. In her heart, only Yue'er was her daughter.

*Heh!*

Outside, Shen Xiangwan curled her lips in a cold sneer. They truly were the original owner's wonderful parents!

Since that was the case, she felt even less psychological burden. She swiftly looted every large and small warehouse in the manor, not even sparing the pots, pans, and various ingredients in the kitchen.

"This is..."

Next, Shen Xiangwan made her way to Shen Yishan's study. From a secret compartment behind a painting, she pulled out a stack of letters and several account books. After a quick skim, a wicked curve formed on her lips. This was perfect; she had been worrying about how to find an opportunity for revenge after being exiled tomorrow, and now, just as she was getting sleepy, someone had handed her a pillow. These were ironclad proofs of Shen Yishan's corruption and bribery.

Wasn't Shen Xiangyue's scheme to frame the original owner meant to avoid exile?

Now that she was here, the original plot didn't matter. The upcoming story would be written by her hand.

Furthermore, there was a secret room in Shen Yishan's study. The gold and silver treasures piled inside were no less than those in the large warehouse, and their rarity was even higher. One could only wonder how much of the people's wealth had been plundered to amass them. Without a second thought, Shen Xiangwan accepted them all.

[End of Chapter]