After being squeezed out of the last drop of blood by my biological parents, I fell down the building holding my 4-year-old daughter. When she opened her eyes again, she became a poor widow who was deprived of her monthly salary and bullied to the point of dying in the Hou's mansion. I smiled when I looked at my daughter who was so hungry that she was chewing on her fingers. Can't the methods of the financial elite in previous lives cure this group of feudal dregs? I taught my daughter to use modern children's songs to attract the emperor's attention, to use the principle of leverage to leverage the private treasury of the prince's government, and to use the "butterfly effect" to make the enemy reap the consequences. My mother-in-law called me a witch? The next day her favorite Buddhist temple collapsed. My brother-in-law framed me for stealing? The official position he longed for was exposed to fraud in the examination room. Until that night, the powerful regent pressed me against the tent and asked in a hoarse voice: "Madam, who did you learn these new tricks from?" I put my fingertips against his Adam's apple and chuckled: "Your Majesty, do you want to learn? The tuition is very expensive." Behind him, my little daughter poked her head out and said in a sweet voice: "Mother, this uncle is like the father who was pushed downstairs by my grandma in my dream!"
