Reborn as seventeen years old, Shu Heng was sitting on a wedding boat leading to death.
In the previous life, what Yongchang Houfu was interested in was not her, but the overwhelming wealth of the three generations of the Shu family behind her.
The family was ruined and the delivery bed was bleeding. She listened to the baby's faint cries and died without closing her eyes.
When I opened my eyes again, the water in the canal was rushing.
There are moles around you, "dowry" on the ship, and enemies ahead.
Shu Heng looked down at his clean hands.
This time, she didn't run away.
She turned all the beauty on the boat into scented bait.
On the way, he eliminated the inner ghost and asked Guan Ya to notarize the dowry, nailing everything down in black and white.
She wanted to watch how they swallowed this hook and how their throats were strangled by this overwhelming wealth.
The prince of the Hou family treated her with cold eyes, waiting for her to obediently offer up her family property just like in her previous life.
Little did he know that every word of the greeting card she sent was in Sanskrit.
"Your Majesty, have you secured my dowry?"
Small Theater
Zhou Yanheng: "As an orphan of a merchant, what else can you do besides relying on my son?"
Shu Heng: "The prince is joking. I was just thinking that if a prince's mansion that relies on sucking women's blood to survive collapses, the sound will be very nice."
Intention: Dependence on others will eventually lead to failure, only self-reliance can break the situation. Rebirth is not a golden finger, it is the clarity and determination to rewrite your destiny with your own hands.
