Shen Jinning lived like a victim in his last life.
At the age of sixteen, she married into the Yongning Marquis Mansion and stayed in charge of the household for eight years, honoring her parents-in-law, assisting her husband, and dealing with cousin Bai Lian.
The final income: nothing. The final outcome: a divorce letter, plus three months of coughing up blood and waiting to die.
On the day she died on the haystack in the ruined temple, she settled the account - she was so devastated that she would never come back again in the next life.
Then she was reborn.
Back in the third year of my marriage, I was twenty years old, my skin was white and tender, my hands were not frostbitten, and the thrush was still singing.
Shen Jinning looked in the mirror and thought for three seconds.
Quit.
The files she had read during her eight years in the Hou Mansion in her previous life, the trade route news she heard, and the data she had written down—others used these to assist her husband, but she used them to make money herself.
Tea, silk, salt and horses, starting from a small tea shop, gradually swallowed up the entire Jiangnan business community.
