Shen Zhiwei transmigrated to another world and amassed a fortune through her own skill, becoming the richest woman in the Great Zheng Dynasty, a woman no one dared to offend.
Great trees catch the wind, and a family fortune is hard to protect. She knew all too well that to establish herself in the ruthless capital, she needed to find the sharpest, most reliable blade she could.
When others chose a husband, they looked at his looks, his family background, and his refinement.
But Shen Caishen was different.
She didn't want a gentle, obedient husband. She wanted a ruthless man, shrewd and merciless, who could keep her safe for life.
A beautiful face was nothing compared to a heart like thunder.
At first sight, she took a liking to Wu Yanci, an overlooked illegitimate son in the Wu household.
At the time, he was taciturn, powerless, and dressed in plain, threadbare clothes. Even his features were so unremarkable they barely stood out.
Everyone thought he was a hopeless case, but Shen Zhiwei saw through him:
The young man's eyes concealed a dormant ferocity and unfathomable ambition. One day, he would become a figure capable of shaking the whole court.
She approached him of her own accord and sheltered him under her wing. Everyone laughed at her strange taste and said she was lowering her status.
Years later, that destitute boy no one had cared about had seized power over the realm. He commanded the court and became the regent before whom all officials bowed and whom all the people revered.
The noblewomen who had once mocked her were now filled with regret, unable to hold a candle to her.
Shen Zhiwei looked at the regent before her, a man whose power spanned the realm and whose presence was intimidating, and felt her scalp prickle:
“I only wanted to find someone to lean on back then. Who knew he'd turn out like this? Can I still return him?”
The man approached at an unhurried pace, his voice calm but leaving no room for escape:
“When Your Highness chose me back then, that wasn't what you had in mind.”
