Northern Frontier Prince’s Residence
After waking from her afternoon nap, Feng Zeyuan had just opened her eyes when the system suddenly exploded.
【Host! Big gossip!】
【The Second Prince’s mansion is about to become a royal farm!】
Feng Zeyuan jolted upright.
【What? Farming?】
【Yes! The Emperor has issued an edict—over two hundred people from the Second Prince’s residence are all sent to farm!】
【They’re already practicing at the experimental fields outside the capital!】
【Labor earns points, points exchange for food!】
【No work = no food!】
Feng Zeyuan’s eyes lit up instantly.
【Good heavens, they’re really going to torture Helian Agula to death!】
【Forcing a greedy, lustful wastrel to farm—this is basically execution!】
【Quick, open livestream! I want front-row seats!】
The Live Feed
The screen popped open instantly.
The Second Prince’s residence was in chaos.
Outside the capital—royal experimental farmland.
Over two hundred women stood on the ridges, each holding a hoe.
Every face was pale.
“This… how do you even use this thing?”
A beautiful woman pinched the wooden handle with two fingers, full of disgust.
Her expression looked like she was touching something filthy.
“My nails!”
Another woman screamed the moment she dug the hoe into the soil.
Two of her carefully manicured nails snapped instantly.
She nearly cried on the spot.
“How are we supposed to live like this?!”
Someone collapsed onto the field ridge and started crying.
“We came here to enjoy life, not suffer!”
【Hahahaha! I’m dying!】
【These delicate beauties probably never even touched a kitchen knife, and now they’re farming?】
Feng Zeyuan laughed so hard she nearly fell over.
【Look at that one—her hands are shaking!】
The “Dung Bucket Zone”
The liveliest place was the manure area.
The old Khan stood with his hands on his hips, blocking a young guard.
He looked like a hen protecting her chicks.
“I’m taking this job!”
The guard looked helpless.
“Sir… this was assigned to the younger ones…”
“Bullshit!”
The old Khan roared, his beard bristling.
“I am the sworn father of your Second Prince! You dare compete with me?”
Without hesitation, he flipped over two dung buckets and sat on them.
“Comfortable!”
He crossed his legs proudly.
Even pulled out a dried flatbread from his robe and ate happily.
【System, is this old man insane?】
【Sitting on dung buckets? What’s his goal?】
【Host, you don’t understand! Upside-down buckets are stable and comfy!】
【And he can supervise the Consort while sitting here—two birds with one stone!】
Feng Zeyuan nodded in sudden understanding.
【So that’s it! This old man is clever!】
The Consort at Work
The Consort was already hard at work.
She rolled up her sleeves and swung the hoe down with force.
One strike—soil flew everywhere.
Even nearby guards were stunned.
This nomadic woman was terrifyingly strong.
But she only had one thought:
Earn more points to buy chicken soup for Ulan.
Her Ulan had lost weight recently—he needed nourishment.
Thinking of that, she worked even harder.
Her hoe moved like a storm.
Helian Agula Surrounded
At the center of the field, Helian Agula was surrounded by women.
A concubine of General Li leaned in, her voice soft.
“Big brother is so strong. This little work is nothing for you, right?”
She lightly poked his arm.
“So firm… such good muscles.”
“Clearly made for hard labor!”
Agula straightened his chest proudly.
Another concubine handed him a handkerchief.
“Brother, wipe your sweat.”
She moved closer, perfume overwhelming.
“You’re much stronger than those weak scholars.”
“I like strong men the most.”
Another woman even grabbed his arm.
“If you’re tired tonight, I can massage you~”
“Make sure you feel wonderful.”
Agula was completely flattered.
He felt energy surging through him.
He grabbed a hoe and declared:
“Leave it to me! I’ll handle your share too!”
“What’s farming? Watch me!”
【System, look at him.】
【He’s the type to get sold and still count the money.】
【Host, this is called sweet responsibility.】
【I call it sweet workplace injury!】
A Few Days Later
Xiao Mingyu had finished handling affairs of the foreign kingdom and prepared to leave the capital.
Before departing, one thing remained on his mind:
Taking back his ten wives who had been “taken” by Agula.
He changed into plain clothes and went alone to the Second Prince’s estate.
He had already rehearsed it countless times.
He would descend like a god, rescuing them from suffering.
They would cry and rush into his arms:
“Husband, you’ve finally come!”
Then he would wave his hand:
“Let’s return to the steppe!”
Perfect script.
Reality
But the moment he stepped into what was once a garden—now a farm—
He froze completely.
In the field:
His most favored concubine was wiping sweat from Agula’s forehead with admiration.
“Big brother, you’re amazing!”
Her eyes were shining brighter than ever.
Brighter than when she once looked at him.
His noble, proud side consort was gently massaging Agula’s shoulders.
“Please rest, husband.”
Her voice was so tender it broke his mind.
Was this really the same woman who once refused even a touch from him?
Others fanned Agula, brought water, cooked mung bean soup, all waiting for him.
They revolved around Agula like he was the center of the world.
And Agula himself? Smiling like crazy, swinging the hoe with unstoppable energy.
Xiao Mingyu stood on the ridge.
Something in his chest shattered violently.
He couldn’t breathe.
Ten women.
Ten “hats.”
Green.
Greener than the crops in the field.
He swayed slightly.
He really felt something heavy above his head.
He finally found his nominal wife—Northern Prince Consort.
“I need to talk to you.”
She looked up.
“Who are you?”
Cold. Detached. As if he were a stranger.
Xiao Mingyu froze.
A bad feeling rose inside him.
He dragged her aside and quickly explained the identity swap with the former Northern Khan’s second prince.
“…That’s the situation.”
He tried to appear generous.
“I’m here to take you all back.”
“Past matters—I won’t hold them against you.”
Then, with a tone of condescension:
“You are still my women.”
“Come back with me to the steppe. I will treat you well.”
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