Who in this world would dare take a prince as a good-luck groom for their daughter?
General Wen Shumian, the Grand General of Eastern Tianshu, would!
Everyone sighs: A dignified prince forced into a wedding to bring good luck. Is this the collapse of morality or the decline of imperial power?!
Wen Mianmian, a downtrodden office worker, opens her eyes to find she's become the general's daughter. She even lands the handsome, wealthy Prince of An Nan as her fiancé. She thinks she'll spend the rest of her days surrounded by gold and silver, living in boundless luxury.
Who could have guessed...
The entire household is terrible at managing money, and they're already selling off family property just to get by...
The handsome, kindhearted prince looks at her fondly. "My residence is packed with gold and silver. My princess consort can spend whatever she likes."
Wen Mianmian's eyes light up. "Someone, bring me the banknotes!"
From then on...
"Your Highness, the princess consort spends money like water. She spent another hundred thousand taels today."
"No matter. I have deep pockets. Let her spend as she pleases."
"Your Highness, the princess consort has no restraint. Your treasury is almost empty!"
"No matter. I can still earn more!"
"Your Highness, the princess consort emptied your treasury overnight!"
"What!"
The Prince of An Nan, wealthy enough to rival an empire, is about to fall apart.
Wen Mianmian strolls over. "Your Highness, don't panic. I'll give you a street that lays golden eggs!"
[Office-Slave Princess Consort vs. Good-Luck Groom Prince]
Wen Mianmian: Spend for a moment and be happy for a moment. Spend all the time and be happy all the time!
