I transmigrated as a lovesick fool in ancient times. The original owner squandered the family fortune on a male supporting character and became the laughingstock of the entire city.
I turned around and founded the Great Liang dynasty’s first “Women’s Wealth Academy,” teaching noblewomen to manage and invest their dowries.
The male supporting characters who once looked down on me came begging to collaborate. I smiled sweetly. “The consultation fee is five hundred taels. Want to listen on your knees?”
The Grand Princess invested in my money house, and the imperial consort asked me to manage her private assets.
When my merchant ships returned laden with exotic treasures, the cold-faced war god of a prince who always attended my lectures suddenly tossed a list of betrothal gifts into the court:
“I offer my entire fortune in marriage to the richest woman in Great Liang.”
Those who once mocked me now kneel and beg me for loans
