She is 28, plain-looking, and works hard [for the money]. The heroine transmigrates in a dazzling fashion over a single coin, becoming the 13-year-old daughter of a merchant richer than anyone under heaven. How should she choose a husband? In an ancient world where men could have three wives and four concubines, who would be willing to love her and marry her, giving her one heart to keep for a lifetime, never to part until their hair turns white? He makes up his mind: In my next life, I want to be silver.
Come on. . . . . . . . .