In my previous life, I spent all my money to help my husband become a marquis and prime minister, but he teamed up with my close friend and locked me in a woodshed and burned me alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn in the red candle tent on my wedding night. Looking at the sleeping hypocrite beside me, I sneered silently.
That night, I set fire to the warehouse of the Hou Mansion. In the firelight, I escaped with the memories of my previous life and my dowry.
A mysterious businessman appears in the capital, a new style of rouge is popular among ladies, and low-priced silks crowd out century-old names. My ex-husband knelt in front of the ruins and begged me for help. I smiled and threw the last silver note into the brazier.
"Don't worry, this is just the beginning." In the corner, the richest man in the capital shook his fan and chuckled: "Madam, whose house will you burn next? I'll add some firewood for you."
