Chen Shuang transmigrates into a period novel, becoming the most pampered capitalist heiress in Shanghai.
In the story, a political storm is approaching, and dangers lurk on all sides.
Her uncle’s family murders her parents and absconds with the Chen family’s century-old fortune, fleeing to Hong Kong to live in luxury;
while she is sold off to a remote mountain village, suffering endless humiliation before ultimately drowning in the icy river.
When she opens her eyes, Chen Shuang looks at her silky smooth skin, features as beautiful as a painting—and smiles.
In this life, she will let everyone know: a rose with thorns will draw blood.
She awakens a spiritual spring space. With a drop of blood, the jade bracelet recognizes her as its master, and a hidden spring quietly emerges. That very night, Chen Shuang empties the ancestral home of its century-old treasures—gold from the cellar, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy, paintings… leaving nothing behind.
She sends her enemies to their end.
Anonymous letters are delivered with precision, forming an airtight chain of evidence.
Her uncle, guilty of corruption, embezzlement, and colluding with foreign forces, is executed with a single bullet;
her aunt and cousin, who schemed and took lives and lived with disgraceful conduct, are exiled to a northwest labor farm through an official transfer order.
Stockpiling supplies, she goes to join her fiancé.
Her spiritual space is filled to the brim with goods as Chen Shuang boards the train to the island.
Everyone says that Commander He’s fiancée—born a capitalist heiress—is delicate and troublesome, and sooner or later will be sent back.
Even she feels uneasy, thinking this identity might truly drag him down.
But little does she know…
That man, cold and sharp as a blade to others, will gently massage her swollen feet, and, looking at her slightly protruding belly, chuckle softly:
“Just like me—three at once.”
