Five years ago, my legitimate elder sister fled from her wedding, and Wen Zhu was dragged back from the family estate to take her place as the bride. For five years, she managed the household affairs, poured her own dowry into the family, and kept the crumbling Duke's Mansion looking respectable. But as soon as her elder sister returned, her husband demanded that she surrender her position as his legal wife. In front of everyone, Wen Zhu brought up old accounts, handed over the account books and keys, and ended the marriage with a single divorce agreement, shattering the entire household's carefully maintained dignity. Everyone waited to see her left with nowhere to turn, but no one knew that several of the most renowned shops in the capital were registered under her name. And the powerful Chancellor, who held sway over the entire court, had owed her a piece of pastry since their youth.