In my previous life, I was the legitimate daughter of the richest family in the capital, yet the person beside me poured poisoned wine down my throat.
Reborn, I find myself sitting in the family trading hall, listening as the bookkeeper reports a staggering deficit.
Suddenly, a commotion breaks out outside. “Assassin!”
The impoverished scholar from my previous life lies in a pool of blood, half of a broken jade pendant engraved with a dragon slipping from his arms.
I order my servants to carry him into the inner room and personally bandage his wounds.
When he wakes, his eyes are full of suspicion. “Why did you save me, miss?”
“I need a bookkeeper.” I point to the ledger in the red and smile. “You look like you’re good with numbers.”
Later, he becomes the crown prince, wielding power over the realm.
In the great hall, he takes my hand. “Awu, I offer you the realm as my betrothal gift. Will you be my empress?”
I pull my hand away and push a new ledger toward him.
“First settle the medical bills, food costs, and interest I paid on your behalf. Then we’ll talk.”
