The richest man with a black heart? My lord, she has traveled through time.
I am a doctor of chemistry, dressed as the eldest daughter of an ancient doormat.
My family asked me to marry my sister to a consumptive man, so I extracted high-purity sucrose.
He monopolized Beijing's sugar industry in three months and produced glass perfume in half a year.
The aristocratic families who looked down on me in the past begged for cooperation, and even the emperor paid a private visit incognito.
One day I discovered that the poor scholar who always came here to get food was secretly studying calculus.
He raised his head and smiled: "Does the girl recognize Stirling's formula?"
Later, he proposed to me while holding a phoenix crown, and I learned that he was the current regent.
"I have pretended to be poor for twenty years just to find a confidant who is not greedy for power."
"What a coincidence," I shook the crystal cup, "I only marry based on IQ."
