Shen Jingwan was reborn. Good news: I'm sixteen again, I haven't entered the palace yet, I haven't exhausted my last drop of effort in that gorgeous cage called "Beloved Concubine". Bad news: The decree of marriage is already on the way, and the whole capital is waiting to see how the Shen family's legitimate daughter behaves as a mother. Shen Jingwan: Thank you for the invitation. Do you want this blessing? How can a princess be as good as a principal! In order to escape from marriage, Shen Jingwan performed a "renunciation on the spot" in public on the day of the election - oh no, "made a decision on the spot". She sold all her dowry and set up a grassroots team on a barren hilltop in the suburbs of Beijing, with the name: Qingyun Academy. From then on, the capital lost a sad and resentful woman in the palace, and gained a "Mr. Shen" who frightened the dandies. There was no system and no space. Shen Jingwan relied on the full-level psychological tactics and photographic memory he had developed in palace battles in his previous life. In the first year, she took in a concubine who had been abandoned by her family. Three years later, she became the first female merchant in Dazhao, and she was as rich as anyone in the country. The next year, she picked up a beggar who was living on the street. Five years later, the young man dressed in bright clothes and angry with his horse became the youngest number one scholar. In the third year, even the emperor who once wanted to make her his concubine had to pay a private visit incognito and humbly ask for advice: "Shen Qing, my country..." Shen Jingwan struck the ruler: "Parent, please get in line and don't delay my student's five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation."
