After Becoming Lin Daiyu, All I Want Is to Make Money

On the very first day I transmigrated into Lin Daiyu, I swung the flower-burying hoe like a shovel for digging gold.

Jia Baoyu teared up: “Sister Lin wields that hoe with more flair than Lord Guan with his mighty blade!”

When Lady Wang sent over some wilted palace flowers, I promptly listed them on Xianyu: “Limited-edition Jia Mansion item, comes with Second Master Lian’s autograph.”

When Xue Baochai advised me to eat less bird’s nest soup, I was busy directing the maids to strip the Grand View Garden’s lotus leaves bare and make beggar’s chicken.

The Old Madam slapped the table in delight: “This temperament of Yu’er’s is even more refreshingly bold than Phoenix!”

Then, on the night of Yuan Chun’s family visit, I pulled out a PowerPoint I’d rushed to make overnight: “Your Highness, how about learning more about the Grand View Garden tourism project?”

Later, the whole Jia family was saying that Miss Lin had gone completely dark.

Only Prince Beijing climbed in through my window late at night and handed me a contract: “Boss Lin, can I get in on this business of stripping the Rongguo Mansion bare?”