>Shen Zhiwei, the concubine of the Shangshu Mansion, was forced to marry the sick and frail prince.
>On the wedding night, she looked at Xiao Che who was coughing up blood and chuckled: "If His Highness dies, how will I deal with myself?"
>Xiao Che wiped away the blood and raised his eyebrows: "The Crown Princess might as well... Give birth to a child for the orphan?"
>Three months later, the prince "died" of illness. Shen Zhiwei cried while stroking her pregnant belly: "I will protect your highness's bloodline."
>When the whole court was in an uproar, she had fled to the south of the Yangtze River with her posthumous child.
>Three years later, Lady Feng, the richest man in Jiangnan, became famous all over the world.
>At the chamber of commerce, she waved her fan and smiled softly: "This piece of silk gauze is worth half of Lin'an City."
>A hand with sharp bones suddenly stretched out from behind the screen: "I wonder, Lady Feng... Would you like to make a bigger deal?"
>Shen Zhiwei turned around and ran into those familiar eyes.
>Xiao Che pinched her chin and whispered: "Stealing Gu's son and country..."
>"How does the Crown Princess want to repay this debt?"
