I Run a Night Market Stall in Ancient Times

Sang Man transmigrated into a book, becoming a cannon-fodder supporting female character who was mistakenly recognized as the real daughter of the Marquis's household in place of the true heiress. The original owner had lived with a farming family for seventeen years. She had only just been brought back to the Marquis's household, bewildered and unsure of what was going on, when the true heiress, reborn into the past, came to expose her identity less than a month later. In her previous life, the true heiress had a disastrous marriage, met the wrong man, and lived a miserable life, dying young. Only on her deathbed did she learn that she was the daughter of the Marquis's household. Reborn, she came to hate Sang Man for having taken her place. When Sang Man arrived, she was at a grand gathering of noble families. The true heiress had framed her, leaving her fallen into the water, while a dissolute young man who had been planted there was hurrying over to ruin her reputation. With no other choice, Sang Man clung tightly to the hand of the young prince, a noble and pampered man who happened to be passing by, and refused to let go. * Chu Wanzhao had been feeling rather troubled lately: this woman named Sang Man seemed to be deliberately trying to get his attention. First she clung to him, soaking wet from head to toe. Then she sent him pastries she had made herself, along with a love letter. She dressed up beautifully and kept arranging chance meetings with him. She insisted he agree to one condition in exchange for her help, and wouldn't let him back out... That condition had to be that he marry her. The young prince of Nanzhou thought magnanimously: If she behaves herself, marrying her might not be so bad. Sang Man, convinced she'd successfully latched onto a powerful backer: Hehe, now I've got someone to rely on. I don't have to worry about the true heiress causing trouble anymore. Next, it's time to make my mark in business! * The curfew was lifted in Great Yong, and Sang Man, who loved money more than life, set her sights on Jingshan Academy on the outskirts of the capital. Roujiamo, jianbing, fruit tea, barbecue, stinky tofu, fried skewers, spicy hot pot, grilled wheat gluten, sweet potato noodles... Every day when classes ended, students from Jingshan Academy, from twenty years old down to seven, gathered in front of a snack stall called Qianlixiang, drooling and unable to tear themselves away. They all became loyal fans of Qianlixiang. #SnackStallsAcrossGreatYong #SaveMyTasteBudsBossLady #IGetPorkyCravingsEveryDayAndOnlyQianlixiangCanCureThem# Dear readers, please support me~ ToT Message: Stay positive and take your fate into your own hands.