After Dressing up as a Cashier in the Royal Palace, I Relied on My Space to Become Rich and Raise My Children

Name: After Dressing up as a Cashier in the Royal Palace, I Relied on My Space to Become Rich and Raise My Children
Author: Orange Flavored Deer

by Orange Flavored Deer

ongoing Ancient Romance Historical Fantasy Female Lead

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162Kwords27chapters

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Ch. 27 — Prairie Royal Court

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About This Novel

Shen Qingci, the 28-year-old financial director of a multinational group, opened his eyes and transformed into the contracted princess of Prince Jing's palace who was about to be abandoned. On their wedding night, Prince Bingshan threw her a contract: "If you have no children for three years, please come down." She showed the financial analysis report with her backhand: "Your Majesty, your house is short of eight million taels." The next day, all the noble ladies in the capital laughed at her for trying to get money, and the merchants scolded her for disrupting the market. But I don't know that in her [Everything Mall]: A bottle of toilet water is exchanged for ten taels of gold, and a box of anti-inflammatory medicine saves the border army. Salt and iron franchise? She directly launched affordable fine salt. Food crisis? She opened positions to control prices and was called the "living God of Wealth" by the people. Later, the prince of the enemy country offered her three cities in exchange for a hemostatic pill. The emperor held up the treasury account book and asked her for an economic policy. The powerful people who had been watching indifferently at first were trying to buy shares in her "Qingci Company". And Prince Jing, who had asked her to "invite herself to the court", knelt in the snow with red eyes: "The palace, the military talisman, and even this life are all given to you... Please, look at me." Shen Qingci slowly wiped the sugar residue from his son's mouth and smiled slightly at the eunuch who presented the phoenix seal outside the door: "Tell your majesty, the third item in the betrothal gift list - the 10% management fee of the annual tax, please check it again." [Financial expert in ancient times + Get rich in space mall + Cute baby raising + Career exciting article + Chasing wife crematorium]