A Rich Country Life: The Treasured Wife at Home

She should have been the beloved legitimate daughter of the Chancellor's household, cherished by everyone. But because of her blue eyes, her father abandoned her in the countryside, where she eventually met a tragic end.

When she opened her eyes again, she discovered she had been reborn!

No silver? One glance from her ghostly eyes, and everything was treasure!

No farmland? One wave of banknotes, and she could buy all she wanted!

No man? One crook of her finger, and they all fell at her feet!

Appraising treasures, building roads, opening pharmacies: she prospered at every turn.

But some people were jealous, calling her a demoness who deserved to be unloved by both parents, with an aunt there to make her life miserable as well!

The young woman sneered. “So what? My master dotes on me, and I've got a man who loves me!”

But when life became too good, all those awful people from her past started crawling out of the woodwork.

What? Her stepmother says a merchant's daughter isn't fit to stand beside a prince?

Fine! She'll reclaim her status as the Chancellor's legitimate daughter and make a glorious return.

What? Her half-sister says that sorry excuse for a prince is her man?

Fine! Come along, sis. I'll take you out for a feast.

What? Her Chancellor father says having too much money will make people jealous, so he'll hold on to it for her?

Fine! I'll hand over all my money and debts to you.

Back at the Chancellor's residence, she lived the good life, occasionally putting her stepmother in her place, picking on her half-sister, and stirring up trouble to infuriate her crooked father.

But just as she was making the Chancellor's residence a madhouse, she spotted a man who looked familiar.

Wait, isn't he... isn't he that... that guy?

The man walked up to her dressed in gorgeous silks and finery. “Come home with me!”

[A Fun Excerpt]

A prince was trying to enter the city, but the young woman blocked his way.

“I built this road and planted these trees. If you want to pass, pay the toll!”

The prince raised an eyebrow. “You're robbing people on the main road? You're worse than a bandit.”

The young woman pulled a certificate from her pocket. It said the road wasn't an official highway and bore an official seal.

“I'm not a bandit, but I'm even better than one. Pay up, Third Prince.”

She grinned slyly and held out her hand for the silver.

Just then, a certain man walked past them.

The prince hurriedly pointed at him. “What about him? Why don't you charge him?”

The young woman glanced at the cool, aloof man, then linked her arm through his.

“He's mine. I don't charge him.”

The prince was speechless with rage.

P.S. This is a one-man, one-woman romance with endless devotion. After all, a woman with a little wickedness is irresistible to a man.