Wu Linzhi died on the night of her 29th birthday.
The childhood sweetheart, Xinke Jinshi, thinks that the daughter of a merchant is not worthy of an official position;
The gentle and jade-like young master of the aristocratic family smiled and handed the concubine's deed to her.
The year she was reborn, she tore up the engagement letter in the street.
"The dowry in this life will only be invested in myself."
Later, when the rouge was spread all over the south of the Yangtze River, Zhu Ma knelt down and begged her to take a look at his royal wife's position;
When the chain bank annexed half of the capital's property, the son of an aristocratic family stood guard outside her house all night holding his wife's gold seal.
Wu Linzhi was teasing the lion cat that was paying tribute from the Western Regions, and smiled at the profit of the ninety-third shop in the ledger:
"Man? What kind of loser is that?"
