Gu Mingzhu, who had become a gold medal publicist in her previous life, once transformed into the official daughter of Shangshu Mansion, the beginning was like hell. My mother died young, my father was partial, my stepmother hid a knife in her smile, and my concubine was sharpening her knife sharply, and was about to be packed up and sent away to celebrate the wedding of the sick heir apparent. Everyone in the capital laughed at her thin life, but Gu Mingzhu silently opened her business list in her heart: S-level crisis public relations project: House fight in the Shangshu Mansion Client: The original owner himself has been offline Objectives: 1. Renovate the back house and make monsters and monsters explode on the spot; 2. Get back everything that the legitimate daughter deserves; 3. Find out the real culprit who killed the original owner's mother. Good news: The new cheap husband, the prince of Zhenbei, Lu Yan, seems to be the perfect lever to overthrow the power of his stepmother. Bad news: The lever is weak and sickly. It is said that he will collapse when the wind blows and may belch at any time. On the wedding night, the red candles flickered. Lu Yan, who was "sick" and was about to die, pushed her against the corner and pinched her chin with a deep look in his eyes: "When you enter this wolf den, you should have the consciousness to be the wolf's food. Just calm down and play with me to the end." Gu Mingzhu felt calm in her heart and even wanted to laugh a little. She clasped his wrist with her backhand, her fingertips accurately touched his veins, and smiled more like a villain than he did: "What a coincidence, Master Shizi. I, Gu Mingzhu, am a professional housefighter and hold a certificate to work. This time, I am actually coming to resolve Party A's family dispute. It's the first time we meet, how are you happy to cooperate?" She raised her red lips slightly and handed out a "cooperation agreement": "Reorganize the palace, slap political opponents in the face, clean up the family, the business scope is very wide. Prince, I feel your conscience... Ah no, the pulse says, are you losing money on this deal?"
