Getting Rich with Plush Dolls, But in Ancient Times

Updates may be irregular, but I'll finish it bit by bit.

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Quirky little money-grubber x sickly, scheming crown prince

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Wen Mian, who diligently ran a doll shop by day and drew illustrations at night, dropped dead from overwork.

The good news: She died, but not all the way. She transmigrated.

The bad news: She had only 60 days left to live.

And she also found a sickly young man who was on the verge of death.

Wen Mian's eyes went dark. “I don't dare open my eyes. Please let this be a hallucination.”

Marketing, setting up a factory, hiring people, making dolls...

Before long, the biggest doll shop in Suizhou City had opened!

The emperor was far away, so the crown prince, who lived in the capital, would probably never find out that she was making a fortune off this huge IP. Wen Mian happily sat cross-legged on her couch, counting silver.

The sickly young man watched her with a smile.

When an eight-man sedan chair from the imperial city arrived at her door, Wen Mian went out to greet it, thinking, Had they finally discovered I'm the real heiress?

Then she found out that she had been selling the crown prince's merchandise right under his nose all along!

Right under his nose! She had even been ordering him around.

Wen Mian: playing dead.jpg

Reader's guide:

* Business-building in the first half, a little political intrigue in the second.

Theme: Keep striving every day.