As the capital's number-one spoiled young lady, Shen Qingci lived by one rule: if she could lie down, she would never sit; if she could throw money at a problem, she would never use her brain.
That was until she tore up her marriage contract with Xie Heng, the chief minister of the current dynasty, in front of everyone and drunkenly declared, “I, your lady, am divorcing my husband!”
The court officials all waited to see her make a fool of herself. Then the borderlands were thrown into crisis, and the supply lines ran dry.
Shen Qingci quietly pulled out the ledgers for her nationwide trading houses and the tally granting command of her private troops. “Lord Xie, why don't you beg me?”
Xie Heng cornered her against a wall, his eyes dark. “Wife, I want the tally and the ledgers, and I want you even more.”
