A Sweet Boudoir: the Crown Princess Is the Richest in the World

On a rainy night with lightning and thunder, the wooden door of the ruined temple was violently knocked open. Prince Xiao Jue, who was covered in blood, fell into Lu Qingyue's world, but his blade-like eyes accurately caught her and hid behind the statue. "Girl's love shouldn't be buried here." He coughed up blood, but his eyes were burning like a prairie fire. Three months later, the capital was in an uproar. The prince narrowly escaped death and returned with a woman who made sauce. Above the Golden Palace, Lu Qingyue was dressed in civilian clothes and knelt down to worship the emperor. What she presented was not sauce, but a shocking plan to reform military supplies. "The daughter of the people is willing to guarantee it with her head on her neck," she raised her head and looked directly at Long Yan, her voice as clear as a chime, "The new sauce can be guaranteed to be incorruptible for three years. If it can be supplied to the military in the north, it can save a million taels of water transportation every year!" All civil and military officials in the court burst into laughter. Until she opened the ceremony on the spot - the strong fragrance of soy sauce swept through the golden palace, the accurately calculated accounts were spread out, and the face of the Minister of Revenue suddenly changed. And the man who was once dying, now stood on Danbi like a dragon and a phoenix, and stretched out his hand to her: "You saved Gu's life. From now on, please hold on to this chess game of national revolution." Thunder exploded outside the palace eaves, illuminating her eyes with brilliance. From Jiangyuan to Palace, on this road, she wants to find her own taste.