Lu Yaoge died with an arrow through her heart.
The vast Lu Estate was burned to the ground. The Lu family's crime: colluding with bandits.
What a load of nonsense. The real reason was that the young Lu Yaoge had a wealthy father with a reputation for generosity.
They say the authorities hauled grain out of the Lu family's storehouses in hundreds of ox carts, working for three days and nights without stopping, and still taking less than half of it.
At that time, Lu Yaoge woke in a cramped little shack, staring blankly, unsure what day or year it was.
Who was she?
And who was she now?
Forget it. Making money to support the family was more important.
They say a certain restaurant in the capital earns a fortune every day and has opened eighty-one branches. Its food is delicious, and it has powerful backing. What's more, its proprietor is a handsome young man.
People guessed the young man must come from a distinguished family.
The Duke of Zhenguo called him nephew, the young lord of the Anping Marquis's household treated him like a brother, and even the Third Prince showed him great respect.
Lu Yaoge smiled. "It's not quite that exaggerated."
One day, even the Third Prince couldn't help asking her, "What's the use of making so much money? Merchants rank at the very bottom of the nine classes, from the highest to the lowest."
Lu Yaoge thought it over calmly. "I suppose you're right. How about I pay to make you emperor?"
