I transmigrated to the Republican era and became the cold-blooded warlord's stand-in for the woman he cherished. The moment I open my eyes, I'm expected to test his favorite's medicine for poison? I fling the bowl back at him. “My fee for testing it: one thousand silver dollars!” After binding to a Money-Making System, the warlord's anger, jealousy, and regret all become my secret to making a fortune. I sell the keepsake he gave her, speculate in his munitions stocks, and make off with the money...
