To help him ascend the throne, I will spend all the wealth of the Zhu family.
Postpartum depression and weight gain of 200 pounds resulted in three years of ostracism, three years of indifference, and three years of humiliation.
Three feet of white silk, the original owner died with hatred.
When I opened my eyes again, it was the top female investor of modern times who returned.
Love brain? Throw it away.
Imperial love? No more.
Humble to please? No longer exists.
I moved into the cold palace, counted banknotes, opened a hotpot restaurant, and monopolized the capital's commercial routes.
Does he dislike me for being fat? I am so rich that I don't care about him.
He ignored me? My money supports his entire harem.
He wants to take advantage of me? Sorry, the dragon chair he is sitting on was bought by my family.
Later, he knelt down to pursue his wife, willing to destroy the Sixth Palace, and begged me to come back with all his tenderness.
I just smiled faintly: Your Majesty, the investment has expired and both principal and interest will be paid off. Don't block my path to wealth, it's bad luck.
From then on, there was a fat queen in the world who was extremely wealthy and free.
One less poor person who is humbled by love and trapped in a deep palace.
