Transmigrated as the Wicked Fake Heiress, I Slept with the Mad Crown Prince from the Start

After working herself to death from overtime in her previous life, Yan Qingzhi is reborn as a fake heiress in the Marquis's household. She faces hell difficulty from the start:

The real heiress sets a trap for her, she is drugged and loses her virginity, and the man involved is none other than the crown prince.

The Marquis's household wants her dead, the crown prince wants her in the palace, and the entire capital is waiting to laugh at her.

Then she discovers she has a pocket dimension.

It can duplicate any inanimate object and accelerate the growth of any medicinal herb.

It can also hold her ambition to empty out three storehouses.

While others fight for favor at home, she keeps her head down and makes money.

In her first month, she opens an apothecary and takes in three thousand taels.

By the third month, she has monopolized the medicinal herb supply chain, earning over ten thousand taels a month.

By the sixth month, she controls the Ministry of War's military supplies, the imperial merchants' channels, and the capital's intelligence network.

Someone refuses to accept this and tries to make a move against her?

A notice is put up, and half an hour later someone tears it down. But an imperial decree backs it up, so who dares touch her?

And the man who makes the entire court tremble visits her window every day, peels lychees for her, entrusts her with his back, and even hands over his account books.

He says, “You can manage my empire.”

She says, “Pay the betrothal gifts first, at market rates.”