The Jiang family of Xijin Ferry had waited two hundred years for a daughter—and when she finally arrived, Qingzhou buzzed with the news. This was no ordinary birth; blessings seemed to follow her from her first breath. The drought-stricken land received sweet rain that very day. A towering spiritual mushroom appeared in the mountains weeks later, solving the family's crisis. Her father's triumph in the imperial examination came next, earning him the rank of top scholar and launching a meteoric official career. As his daughter's mysterious fortune illuminated his path, he cultivated revolutionary grain varieties that yielded thousands of catties per mu—stunning the empire and securing his rapid ascent through the ranks. Noble families seethed with envy, their own daughters' petty jealousies rendered insignificant beside young Jiang Yuqing's effortless grace and influence over her father's relentless success. Jiang's father could only raise his hands in protest: I never taught her such manipulation, I swear. The noble lords exchanged knowing smirks, utterly unconvinced. But as admirers swarmed around the increasingly resplendent girl, a certain prince's patience finally shattered. How dare so many desire what belonged to him alone? His sword flashed through the air, and blood painted the ground in crimson torrents.