She Won't Marry Dong Gong

When the poisonous wine at the palace banquet burned into her heart, Shen Jinglan thought that if there was an afterlife, she would never enter the East Palace again. When she opened her eyes again, she went back to the night before the draft when she was fourteen. The phoenix crown beside the pillow was dazzlingly beautiful, and the sound of my brother practicing his sword could be heard outside the window. Her mother was still gently urging her to think about her family. She carefully folded the dress and gently pushed it open: "Mother, I don't want to wear this dress anymore." Following the rules in the previous life only resulted in the overthrow of the family and the resignation of Bai Ling. In this life, she wants to go her own way. Her father was furious and scolded her for being ignorant. Shen Jinglan raised his eyes calmly and talked about three things: the whereabouts of the 800,000 taels of silver transported by water from Jiangnan, a certain official minister who was about to be dismissed, and the possible impeachment of the Shen family in three months. The candlelight danced all night in the study. Three days later, she moved into an abandoned house in Yulin Lane. A new plaque was hung in front of the door: Qinghui Hall. He doesn't take any money and specializes in teaching children from poor families how to read and calculate accounts. The noble ladies in the capital laughed at her for her self-destruction, and the young men from aristocratic families were waiting to see the joke. Until the little bully in the Yongchang Marquis Mansion brought people to destroy the place, but the sickly scholar in her library - who had copied the water transportation account books for others - made him blush with several old accounts. The news spread like wildfire. Xie Yun, the idle prince, sent a box of old books with privately stamped notes sandwiched between the pages. The commander of the Jinyi Guards sent Chu Suifeng to make tea slowly in the imperial prison, and asked with a smile: "The princess is so troubled, why don't you ask me?" Shen Jinglan clutched the old jade pendant left by her biological mother in her sleeve. She begs no one. She insisted on carving out a gap in this seemingly monolithic world that could allow poor families to breathe. Let those who once trampled on her and used her take good care of her... Without marrying Dong Gong, her path to Shen Jinglan would become wider and wider.