Zhao Ming Chess Game: the Double a Couple's Machiavellian Strategy

House fights - business wars - power schemes "Lin Qingwu, the best trader in medicine and business" and "Xiao Hongyuan, the vengeful hero" She is an expert in medicine and business, and she has traveled through thousands of years just to break the situation. He is an avenger disguised as a businessman, hiding his edge at every step. When Lin Wanshuang, a modern medicine doctor, accidentally traveled through time and became Lin Qingwu, the eldest daughter of a wealthy salt merchant in the south of the Yangtze River during the Zhaoming Dynasty, she faced not only the decline of her family, the strife of doting on concubines and destroying wives, but also the invisible shackles on women in the feudal era. Armed with modern medical knowledge and an insight into the nature of business, she is unwilling to become a victim of house fighting. In the crisis-ridden Lin Mansion, in the ever-changing Yangzhou business world, on the occasion of the Zhao Dynasty Festival, when the princes are competing for the throne, she uses wisdom as a blade to find hope in desperate situations, vowing to turn the tide and control her own destiny. And that figure who was throwing rocks at Qiyun Temple's Free Life Pond and watching indifferently on the beam of the neon dress troupe was by no means the simple merchant from Zhaolin as he seemed. He is dignified and distant, his phoenix eyes are as deep as a cold pool, and his smile is as cold as ice. A self-played game of chess and a cup of Kuilongzhu tea served with precision, all reveal the dark web he has already weaved. He is a dormant hero, with business as his armor and power as his blade. Every step he takes contains unknown revenge and conspiracy. When a "trader" encounters a "hero", it is a fatal temptation, a silent confrontation, and a collision between two lone stars on a bloody chess game. In the glamorous Vanity Fair, in the chess game of family and country, where every step is murderous, are they each other's sharpest whetstones, or are they the only mirrors that can reflect their hearts in troubled times?