She transmigrates into an imperial-exam novel as the disposable ex-wife of the future top scholar. According to the plot, she’ll be cast aside for being a gold digger and meet a tragic end.
Su Jinnian just laughs. Why would she want a divorce? This is her only legal, long-term meal ticket. In the middle of a showdown with her bedridden mother-in-law and a furious male lead, she grabs her mother-in-law’s leg and sobs, “I wasn’t trying to run away! I wanted to sell our chickens to pay for a doctor!” The System frantically warns her to stay in character. She rolls her eyes inwardly, then makes luosifen the very next day.
The stench wafts through the whole village, so she starts offering free samples with every egg purchase. Three days later, even the county magistrate is sending servants to buy some. With business booming, she hands the future top scholar her self-written Three Years of Imperial Exams, Five Years of Practice Tests. “Finish this set. Once you place first, we’ll slap ‘Top Scholar’s Study Notes’ on the cover and sell each copy for ten taels.”
She thought she’d signed up for a domestic power struggle, but her System missions gradually go off track: make money, make even more money, become a titled lady of the imperial household, the kind who earns the title herself. She makes scented products, gets into mahjong, wins over the empress dowager, and nails the tastes of the powerful. On the day the male lead rides through the streets in celebration, she sits in a private room at a teahouse, cracking sunflower seeds. “My promising investment has gone public. Time to sell. I’ll write the divorce papers myself: ‘We are incompatible, and all family assets go to the wife.’”
At the grand autumn banquet, she uses an imperial gold plaque to broker an international trade route. In exchange, she gains her freedom, makes off with a fortune, and vanishes on the spot, returning to the modern world.
With countless zeros in her bank balance, Su Jinnian is ready to lie flat and live like a rich woman when the doorbell rings. Outside stands a bewildered, long-haired beauty in ancient robes. The System interface flickers with an ingratiating message: “Dear Host, it looks like your male lead followed you here. Five-star service, we hope you’ll rate us well!”
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