A top strategic consultant transmigrates into the body of a merchant family’s legitimate daughter, sold off by her own family.
When Shen Nanyi opened her eyes, she was trapped in a bridal sedan chair, with ligature marks on her wrist from the original owner’s attempted suicide.
Her birth mother had died young, her father was cold and distant, her stepmother was a hypocrite, and her family saw her as merchandise they could cash in.
While other transmigrators start by fighting over households and palaces, she starts by auditing the accounts.
She wielded ledgers as blades and silver as shields, carving out a breach in the rules men had made.
“They think the walls of a maiden’s chambers are what confine me, but they don’t know my battlefield is the entire world.”
