In her past life, Shen Jinning lived like a complete fool.
She married into the Marquis of Yongning’s household at sixteen, managed the household for eight years, honored her parents-in-law, supported her husband, and put up with his scheming cousin.
What did she get in return? Not a single coin. And how did it end? A divorce decree, followed by three months of coughing up blood as she waited to die.
The day she died on a pile of straw in a ruined temple, she tallied the losses. She’d been cheated out of everything, and she’d never make the same mistake in her next life.
Then she was reborn.
Back in the third year of her marriage, at twenty years old, with soft, fair skin, no chilblains on her hands, and her songbird still chirping.
Shen Jinning looked in the mirror and thought for three seconds.
She was done.
She’d spent eight years in the marquis’s household reading account books, learning about trade routes, and recording figures. Other people used that knowledge to support their husbands. She would use it to make money for herself.
Tea, silk, salt, horses: starting with a small tea shop, she would gradually swallow up the entire Jiangnan business world.
