The night I transmigrated into the body of a good-for-nothing princess consort, I wrote myself a letter of divorce.
Laughingstock to everyone, I moved into the shabbiest house in the capital.
With gunpowder in one hand and weaving in the other, I secretly built an intelligence network.
Six years later, the treasury was empty and barbarian tribes invaded. The emperor was so frantic in court that he spat blood.
I slowly took off my bamboo hat. “Make way. I’m here to pay my taxes.”
A hundred thousand grain carts stretched for ten miles behind me, leaving the commander of the Imperial Guards kneeling in shock.
“Your Highness... where did all this grain come from?”
I smiled faintly. “Guess why the barbarians didn’t come raiding this year?”
