Jiang Youyou opens her eyes in a mass grave, holding arsenic mixed with flour and tasting it like candy: “Poor quality. One star.”
Reborn as a discarded consort who was poisoned to death, she carries her bloodstained wedding dress back to the manor and slaps a bill down in front of Chu Moli. “Your Highness, time to settle the account. Funeral expenses: fifty thousand taels. Life-saving deposit: one thousand taels. Pay monthly, no credit.”
From then on, the capital’s whole vibe changes.
She uses modern KPIs to manage the accounts, docking all the corrupt servants’ performance bonuses, while turning Jinxiu Pavilion into the city’s hottest sensation. The prince himself becomes her star model and unwilling investor.
Chu Moli thinks this woman is poison. She can sample his deadly toxin like a snack and review it, swallow her opponent’s bizarre poison without batting an eye, and play the pipa at a palace banquet while singing “I plucked flowers on my way to Jiangnan,” all while using a never-before-seen kind of pen to record the astronomical medical bills he owes her.
He has a gentle empress, a dazzling consort, and a talented woman who adores him, yet all he wants is to take off his mask and place the entire fortune of Tingfeng Tower and Jin Buhuan at her feet. “This prince, and all the wealth under heaven, are yours to manage.”
Counting her banknotes, Jiang Youyou finally looks up. “You can keep the man. I’ll take the money. Love can run away, but money won’t.”
Until one day, Chu Moli corners her in the accounting office and points to his heart. “The poison in here can only be cured by you. How about collecting the debt over the rest of your life?”
Money-minded poisonous consort × prince chasing his wife to the crematorium
#Married first, fell in love later, but settled the accounts first#
#The princess consort only wants to make money#
P.S. I’m revising the story from the beginning with a fresh style and a new look. For now, updates are on hold. Regular updates will resume after I’ve revised up to Chapter 70.
