(Bland + no time travel and rebirth, farming and doing business + some court intrigues, don't criticize if you don't like it)
The Xie family collapsed and everyone was executed. Xie Changgeng, the third master Xie who was once famous in Beijing, has become a prisoner with shackles on his body.
Only I, the maid Aman who he called "money-grubbing and stupid", exchanged the jade pendant he casually rewarded for brown rice, saved his two nieces, and accompanied him on the road to northern Xinjiang where he almost died.
In the cold night, I used my thin back to shield him from the wind; when he was seriously ill, I knelt down and begged the official to save his life. We went from being poor and having nothing to having enough food and clothing. He was studying and planning, and I was farming and doing business.
He said: "Aman, when I return to Beijing, I will give you a phoenix crown and a harem."
Later, he gained power in both the government and the public, rehabilitated the entire Xie family, and brought me and my children back to the capital. I helped him avoid open and secret arrows, but when he reached the top, he left a piece of paper and a letter of departure and quietly left - salvation was his, glory was also his, and I just wanted freedom.
It wasn't until my teahouse became public that the old owner, who had become the first assistant, blocked me in the alley with red eyes: "Shen Qing, is your heart made of stone?"
I smiled and pushed him away: "Sir, I was greedy for money back then, but now I am greedy for life."
