Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Accompanied by an intense light, countless barely-perceptible light particles from all directions converged into the water droplet’s imprint. These light points made the glow increasingly radiant, but this brilliance lasted only a fleeting moment before dimming.

The candles in the room continued to burn quietly, and everything returned to tranquility.

At dawn the next day, Qiao Xiaomai opened her eyes. The sky outside was barely illuminated, and beside her, she could hear the steady breathing of Tong Sanlang, who was still asleep.

Qiao Xiaomai yawned and stretched her limbs under the covers, reluctant to move in her laziness.

Last night’s feast had ended quite late, yet she woke up on time today. However, the lack of sleep left her brain somewhat foggy.

Lying in bed for a bit longer, she began to hear the sounds of palace maids moving outside, likely bringing her hot water for washing up.

She was now responsible for Yang Wenxiao’s daily meals, and if she didn’t get up soon, she’d fall behind schedule.

Sighing inwardly, she allowed her consciousness to habitually sink into the space where she could retrieve that drop of Divine Liquid—a task she had made part of her morning routine, something done every single day.

Without much hope, she let her awareness entangle with the Divine Liquid, attempting to "pull" it as one might tug a radish from the ground. She expected the usual result—nothing—then planned to retrieve a cup of Spiritual Spring water to sip on instead. After spending the night on the heated brick bed, her throat always felt parched come morning, and she wanted to hydrate first thing with the spring water.