Her father died suddenly, leaving sixteen-year-old Wang Lingxuan with only a pile of debt and two younger siblings waiting to be fed. Jiankang City is prosperous, but there is endless space for people to stand. Decent? Can decentness be used as food? She rolled up her sleeves and started selling boxes of rouge and gouache. I was kicked off the stall by gangsters, scolded by my peers as a "little maid", and spurned by so-called respectable people for being "disgraceful to the family tradition".
Lingxuan wiped away her tears and spat: Bah, making money is what counts!
Relying on her almost instinctive acumen for money and her desperate determination, her business spread from rouge shop to silk and satin shop, and then from grain stack to water transportation. The people who had bullied and humiliated her in the past lowered their heads and respectfully shouted "Dr. Wang's family".
Until that day, at the Qionglin banquet, next to her younger brother, who was a new Jinshi, she was dressed in gorgeous clothes, holding a cup and smiling softly. The high-ranking young men who once despised her flocked to her and asked, "Madam of the Wang family, why are you doing this?"
Wang Lingxuan shook the amber light in the cup, and her eyes were as clear as a knife: "No one else, but my hands are familiar. When you are talking about romance, I am settling accounts; when you are talking about respect, I am making money. If you don't love the gold and silver in Jiankang City, I will pick them up one by one. Why not?"
