In her previous life, Shen Yunshu died on her wedding night.
Her husband, Pei Yanzhi, forced the poisoned wine down her throat, while her half-sister, Shen Yunyao, framed her for treason. Three hundred members of the Shen family were slaughtered, their blood staining Vermilion Bird Street.
When she opened her eyes again, she was fifteen.
In the front hall, Pei Yanzhi had come to propose, while Shen Yunyao stood to one side, putting on a pitiful act. Everyone was waiting to watch her weep as she walked into the fire pit.
Shen Yunshu stepped into the hall and said, word by word, in front of all the guests, “The Shen family accepts this marriage. However, Shen Yunyao will be the one to marry him. Her dowry will be prepared according to the standard for a concubine.”
The scoundrel and her half-sister’s faces changed on the spot. This was only the beginning. Not one person who had harmed her in her past life would get away.
Her greatest golden finger in this new life was her ability to foresee the future. In a ruined temple in Nancheng, a poor scholar lay close to death from illness. One day, he would pass the imperial exams with top honors and hold immense power. She gave him money and saved him. At a military camp outside the capital, the son of a disgraced official was being bullied. One day, he would win glory on the battlefield and command a hundred thousand cavalry. She gave him medicine and helped him recover.
The future Grand Secretary, God of War, and richest man in the realm were all struggling nobodies for now. She gathered them up one by one and personally raised them into a force no one dared to cross.
Once her revenge was complete, she was ready to retire after a job well done. But the men she had raised came looking for her one after another.
The mild-mannered Grand Secretary publicly defied the emperor in court for her, then turned to her with red-rimmed eyes and asked, “You once said you’d let me do one thing for you. Was it to marry you?”
The iron-blooded God of War returned after a long campaign and knelt outside her residence. “If you won’t marry me, I won’t get up.”
The enemy prince stormed the city, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and laughed like a madman: “
