Jiang Li's life is simple: sign in, collect money, and watch a crowd of heaven-blessed elites go mad for her.
She commands wealth greater than that of a nation accumulated over N centuries. One glance from her can bring an auction house to a standstill, and one word can turn the capital's social scene upside down.
She is a goddess fishing from the clouds, invisible threads twined around her fingers. Below them, stars fall:
The once-arrogant, noble crown prince bows willingly. One touch to her heart is all it takes for his soul to be destroyed, turning him into a devoted lapdog.
The carefree, irresistible top playboy sheds his disguise and roars with jealousy, wanting only to win a single glance from her.
The icy, ascetic statesman, lofty as a snow-capped peak, bites his lip until it bleeds, losing himself to her in a purgatory of ice and desire.
The aloof, otherworldly zither player snaps his strings and stains them with blood, prostrating himself to offer her his soul, begging only to serve her.
Wealth is her toy. Human hearts are her chessboard.
Top-tier jewelry? She'll use it to decorate an ankle bracelet. A rare book passed down through generations? Perfect for wiping down her zither stand. Someone dares to provoke her? She'll buy them out, grind them underfoot, and send them packing, all in one go.
> Welcome to Jiang Li's absolute domain.
> Here, being fabulously wealthy is only the beginning. Making all the lofty beauties fall to their knees and go mad is her everyday life.
> (Harem rivalry warning: everyone's devoted to her, and the sexual tension is off the charts!)
Why didn't the author write more? It's very interesting. I've seen too many ordinary Shenhao signatures. This one is very novel.