Matriarchy: While Others Copy Poems, I Promote People to Godhood

I just transmigrated into the poorest female scholar in the Moon Dynasty, and now the authorities are forcing me to marry the fifty-year-old widower next door because I can't afford the "bachelor tax"?!

To preserve my chastity and my pride as a single woman, Yin Wanzhi, a top publisher in her previous life, scraped together her last three coins and "bought" a disfigured, crippled son of a convicted official from the human market to use as a decoy.

She thought they'd simply share a life of coarse food and hardship. Who knew that one day, in the woodshed, she'd rescue a stack of discarded manuscripts her husband was using as kindling?

After one glance, Yin Wanzhi's eyes widened in shock: divine prose! A mind-blowing structure! And you call this a draft to throw away?!

The DNA of a modern top publisher stirred fiercely!

From then on, the literary world of the Moon Dynasty gained a behind-the-scenes mastermind with an overwhelming advantage.

"Passionate Tragedy," "Mystery and Detective Stories," "Xianxia Heroic Male Lead"... She didn't write a single word herself, yet with her cutting-edge branding and marketing, she raised one impoverished scholar after another to the heights of fame, creating an unprecedented publishing empire in ancient times!

The once-destitute scholar, whose rundown house leaked whenever it rained, transformed into an uncrowned ruler who could sway the fate of the realm.

But there were downsides to being too successful.

When the arrogant literary genius she'd cultivated, the stunning actor she'd made famous, and the scheming prince she'd backed all showed up at her door with their "love number tickets" in hand...

Yin Wanzhi calmly pushed up her nonexistent glasses. "Sorry, everyone. I've calculated each of your worth precisely, but romance would hurt my return on investment too much."

As soon as she finished speaking, her disabled husband in the wheelchair quietly shut the door. Beneath his veil, his gaze was as dark as a wolf's. "My lady is right. Then let's not talk about romance... Let's talk about your indenture contract."