On the first day after transmigrating into the body of a frail heir’s wife, I clutched the coffin lid and coughed up blood as I swore, “I’ll bankrupt the marquis’s estate within three years!”
Instead, the poor scholar I casually invested in became the top scorer in the imperial exams, and the little beggar I picked up by the roadside became the richest man in the country.
With silver piling up in the storeroom, I’m so worried I can’t sleep, counting the money every night.
Even more outrageous, the heir, rumored to be “incapable,” suddenly corners me in the accounts office. “You’ve made so much money, my lady. Planning to keep a male lover?”
I look at the “Plan for Recruiting Male Lovers” in his hand, which I wrote myself, and my legs go weak as I fall into his arms.
That very night, the whole capital is abuzz with rumors: the frail heir’s wife has... cured the heir.
[Two powerful leads who dote on each other + bickering couple + hidden big shots]
A theatrical, money-loving heroine who only wants to retire VS a deep, scheming heir who plays dumb while hiding his true strength
