Five years of invisible efforts were rewarded with a concubine letter. Song Zhiyuan soberly pulled away, patted her butt and returned to the remote mountain village.
The world laughed at her as a divorced, helpless country woman who would starve to death in the barren mountains sooner or later.
But no one expected that she would use mountains and rivers as her base and herbal medicines as her pieces to monopolize the world's pharmaceutical industry.
Behind her, Xiao Jingyan, the "little steward" who had signed a contract of prostitution and found it hard to take medicine, quietly brushed away the blood on the knife edge, revealing the possessiveness of a steppe wolf: "Boss, you are responsible for making money in this game, leave the killing to me."
