On the day when blood splattered on the city wall, Shen Weiwan saw her family destroyed with her own eyes, and she was pushed off the city tower by her cousin Shen Yurou. Only the idle uncle Xiao Jingheng came with his soldiers but was a step too late.
When she opened her eyes again, she was sixteen years old again. Her father had just been dismissed due to the salt case, and the family moved to the south of the Yangtze River. Shen Yurou was holding the poisoned "soothing tea" with a smile as bright as a flower. This time, she clutched the fragment of the jade pendant around her neck tightly, vowing to make her enemy pay with blood.
Using the memories of her past life, she hoarded Huai salt at low prices, earning ten times the net profit in half a month, and establishing a foothold in the Jiangnan business world. When she first met Xiao Jingheng at the dock, she used her unique insights to arouse the interest of this "pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger" emperor's uncle, and the two gradually became a life-and-death alliance from their cooperation in salt transportation.
Returning to the capital to save her father, she took the wrong approach and applied for the female official department. She amazed the emperor with her "Salt Administration" and was promoted step by step from the rank of seventh-rank Si Yanguan. In the court, she impeached corruption and outwitted the powerful; at the border, she offered advice to defeat the enemy and repeatedly performed extraordinary feats.
When the secret message that the Zhenguo government had secretly communicated with the Huns surfaced, she learned that there was another real culprit in the family injustice case. At the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, she exposed the conspiracy in public. Xiao Jingheng led the imperial army to put down the rebellion, and the two powers joined forces to reverse the situation.
From the daughter of a guilty minister to a first-class imperial concubine, from a reborn avenger to a pioneer in women's studies, Shen Weiwan moves step by step in the whirlpool of power and intrigue. And the idle imperial uncle who always protected her finally held her hand in the warm sunshine of the prosperous age: "I should guard your brocade tent."
