In her previous life, Su Wanqing spent her entire fortune and poured her whole family’s efforts into helping her husband, the Fourth Prince, ascend the throne. But on the day he became emperor, the Su family received an imperial decree sentencing them all to death, while she was locked away in the Cold Palace. She watched helplessly as he cut their unborn child from her womb, all to use it as a medicinal ingredient for his one true love.
She died full of hatred, then was reborn.
She had returned to three days before the scumbag was deposed and his household confiscated!
At the time, the scumbag was locked in a fierce power struggle with the Crown Prince. Hoping to protect his assets and make a comeback someday, he handed her the key to his private treasury, which he had secretly amassed over ten years, and gazed at her with tender affection. “Qingqing, I’m sorry you have to suffer. Once this is over, I’ll make you empress and share the realm with you.”
Su Wanqing smiled sweetly and obediently took the key.
Share the realm? No need. I’ll help you put your treasury to better use!
She turned around and used her portable space to clear out his vast private hoard, worth as much as an entire nation’s wealth. She left it so empty even a mouse would leave in tears.
Three days later, the scumbag was deposed and reduced to a commoner, counting on his private treasury to make a comeback. But when he opened the secret vault and saw the empty space, roomy enough to race horses in, he was so enraged that he went mad!
By then, Su Wanqing had already used her wealth, enough to rival a nation’s, to buy land and stockpile grain amid the chaos. She had also saved the family members who had been falsely accused in her previous life, and was living a wonderful life.
Just as she thought she could enjoy a carefree life forever, the iron-blooded God of War from her previous life, the man who had brought the scumbag down and was now the regent, cornered her against a wall and said, eyes red:
“I hear you like gold, Madam? There’s enough gold in my manor to pave the roads. Marry me, and my people, my life, and even this realm will all be your betrothal gifts.”
