Shen Zhiyi was reborn and returned to the three years before the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed. In her previous life, she entered the palace as a queen for the glory of her family. She was virtuous, virtuous, diligent and frugal, and worked her last drop of hard work for the emperor's empire. The result? When the barbarian's iron hooves trampled through the capital, her good husband held his beloved in his arms and pushed her out to block the knife without hesitation. Her family was massacred, her ancestral temple was destroyed, and she died in silence. After reviving his life, Shen Zhi realized it. Go to hell with the empress, go to hell with the mother Yitianxia, she just wants to go crazy in this life! Make money! Save your life! Didn't the emperor think she was boring? She turned around and became the most prodigal daughter in the capital. Today she bought out all the silks and satins from the 72 top embroidery workshops in the south of the Yangtze River, and tomorrow she bought the largest horse farm in northern Saibei. The day after tomorrow... The day after tomorrow she almost emptied the treasury. The Queen Mother was so angry that she slapped the table: "Queen of Demons! Trouble!" The Emperor's Bai Yueguang cried so hard: "Sister, how can you be so extravagant and ignore the country and the country?" The civil and military officials of the entire court begged the Emperor to depose the Queen. Shen Zhiyi was chewing melon seeds, looking at the money flowing rapidly on the ledger, and smiled unpredictably. They didn't know that those gaudy Jiangnan silks and satins were embroidered with invulnerable gold threads; those seemingly weak Saibei horses had already been replaced with special armor-piercing iron hoofs; the countless "wonderful and cunning" things she bought were being continuously delivered to the generals at the border who she had already contacted. Until that day, the barbarians once again came to the city, and the decayed court was vulnerable to a blow. Just when everyone was in despair, Shen Zhiyi flicked her phoenix robe and opened her private palace. The golden silk armor was distributed like water, and the iron-hoofed war horses screamed loudly.
