In her previous life, she was an orphan forced to live under someone else’s roof. She burned her drafts, severed herself from love, and died full of bitterness on a cold, rainy night in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
When she opened her eyes again, she was fifteen once more.
Madam Wang was plotting to swallow her dowry, while the Xue family schemed to marry her off so they could take over the Lin family fortune. The Rongguo House was deeply in debt, and only five years remained before its confiscation and their prosecution.
Daiyu gave a cold laugh.
This time, she would not cry or make a scene, and she would not write a poem to mourn the flowers.
She opened the Lin family’s true ledgers from her previous life, hidden beneath her pillow, and called for Ziquan.
“Go ask the Old Madam to come. Tell her I want to take inventory of my mother’s dowry.”
She began by reclaiming her dowry, then rooting out corruption and putting the household in order. She joined forces with Prince Zhongshun, established trading houses across Jiangnan, and made bold moves in the capital.
Madam Wang saw her as a thorn in her side. Xue Baochai challenged her in the marketplace, while Wang Ziteng laid a deadly trap at court.
She proceeded with care, wielding ledgers like a sword and treating people’s hearts as pieces on a chessboard.
At last, when she uncovered the truth about her father Lin Ruhai’s death, a world-shaking secret came to light
Not good looking. I don't like Baoyu.