The thing Xu Wan regretted most in her life was believing her concubine's words, "Sister, I will help you."
In her previous life, she obediently gave up her fiancé, handed over her dowry, and took out her mother's belongings. In exchange, she got a divorce note, a bowl of poison, and a bright future that her concubine stepped on her bones.
When she opened her eyes again, she was sixteen years old again.
Her fiancé has not been snatched away, the salt lettuce left by her mother is still in the box, the concubine still calls her "sister" with a smile on her face, and the spring banquet that will ruin her reputation is still three months away.
In this life, Xu Wan will no longer fight for favor, fame, or that ridiculous marriage.
She only fought for one thing: the abacus of the Xu family's accounting office, and the control of the seventy-two salt shops on Jiangnan Road.
Everyone was laughing at her—a boudoir girl who wanted to take advantage of salt and iron?
Xu Wan fiddled with her arithmetic beads without raising her eyes: "Then let's see if it's your bones that are stronger or my salt bones that are stronger."
The deposed Prince Yu, Shen Qichi, held half a tiger talisman and leaned lazily on her counter: "Miss Xu, no matter how much salt you have, what's the use if you can't hold it back? How about - I buy a stake, you come up with a plan, and we split the world's salt profit in half?"
Xu Wan raised her eyes and looked at him: "What does the prince want to invest in?"
Chen Qichi lowered his head and chuckled in her ear: "Take my life and all the connections that the palace has accumulated over the past three hundred years."
——"How?"
