Reborn, Rich, and Ready for a New Man

[I'm back after taking care of things. I'll revise the story first, then update daily.] After Sang Zhiyan died, she learned that she was a love-struck cannon-fodder female supporting character in a novel. She was merely a stepping stone that helped the male lead, Yan Che, and the female lead, Zhao Chenjun, rise to the supreme position in the world. Her only appearance in the book was in a line of the male lead's recollections in his old age: "Zhiyan was beautiful, but foolish and spoiled." Sang Zhiyan had a thousand curses she wanted to hurl at him. A mansion spanning thousands of acres, countless pearls and jewels, even the divine blood in his wife's veins: which of these things belonged to Yan Che? And which one wasn't hers, Sang Zhiyan's? And she, the last descendant of the divine race, ended up being Yan Che's nameless, short-lived mistress! Sang Zhiyan was so furious she could have burst into flames. In the blink of an eye, she was reborn on the day she was to marry a man who married into her family. The manor was decked out with lanterns and decorations, bustling with celebration. She crushed the jade scepter beside her and took out the ancestral motto to remind herself of its lessons. "With a fortune of a thousand gold, do as your heart desires." Her mother's translation went like this... With spirit stones, make the biggest splash; For a husband marrying into the family, pick the most handsome man; As for strength... if you can solve it with money, why bother doing it yourself? Sang Zhiyan deeply agreed. Compared to Yan Che, who wouldn't listen and had a far less attractive face, the Yan family's adopted son was clearly more to her taste! * Wanqi Yuan knew of Miss Sang Zhiyan. She had the most beautiful face and the greatest wealth in the Six Realms, but wasn't very bright. She actually liked that seemingly kind but wicked-hearted Yan family fellow. Now she was even going to marry into that shabby little house of theirs, bringing along several properties. If you ask him, a pretty, rich girl would be much better off keeping eight or ten pretty boys. Pretty boys were easy on the eyes, sweet-talking, and came in all sorts for you to choose from. Before he could finish sighing over it, Wanqi Yuan's smile froze. Sang Zhiyan had turned and was walking gracefully toward the entrance to his courtyard. She even set down several large chests of gold, silver, and jewels, calling them her betrothal gifts. Sang Zhiyan was very considerate, saying she could offer more if that wasn't enough. The novel's secret villain, Wanqi Yuan: "?" #What do you do when the gossip you're enjoying suddenly becomes about you? Asking online, urgent# * [Scumbag's mini theater] Yan Che had just summed up Sang Zhiyan's life in eight words, "beautiful but brainless, spoiled and willful," when he opened his eyes and found himself thirty years in the past. The vast estate, countless pearls and jewels, and divine blood were all gone, along with everything he'd stolen from Sang Zhiyan. He was crouched by the street with his only remaining possession, a shabby begging bowl, watching luxury carriages rush past. A gust of wind lifted one corner of a carriage curtain, revealing half of a familiar man's face. Yan Che recognized him as the "war orphan," his adopted younger brother, the infamous Demon Lord of the Western Regions. Nearby, customers in a teahouse were still chatting. "The Demon Lord is so proud and imperious, with countless soldiers under his command. Why would he agree to become the goddess's lover?" Another person lowered their voice mysteriously. "I heard she offered him far too much money." *Blurb edited on 2022.8.24 Theme: Refuse to give in, and bravely move forward