The poor scholar asked me to give him ten thousand taels of silver every month, and also to help his old sweetheart redeem himself and add fragrance to his red sleeves. It seems that he has also been reborn. In the last life, I spent money and resources to clear all obstacles on his way to the imperial examination, and finally made him a marquis and prime minister. However, he thought that he was destined to be a prince and general when he was born. After he became successful and famous, he looked down on my family background as a merchant girl, doted on his concubines and destroyed his wife, and killed my nine clans. He said proudly, "I only give you half a stick of incense to consider. If you miss it, even if you kneel down and beg me, I won't agree." I slapped him with my backhand and told him to roll away as far as he could. In this life, without my help, I see how he will become a prince and a prime minister.
