The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop

Concubine Qin still couldn’t quite understand it. How could a discarded woman like the Princess dare to be that arrogant? She actually dared to be disrespectful to Prince Kang, and even laid hands on his beloved right in front of him. Wasn’t she afraid Prince Kang would cast her off? In this ancient feudal society, a woman who was repudiated basically had no way to survive, right? Her own family wouldn’t take her back; she could only become a nun and drag out the rest of her life in a temple. Where did she get the guts to go head‑to‑head with a dignified Prince?

Concubine Qin remembered the first time she saw Prince Kang; it was also the first time she truly felt the shock of power. After she transmigrated into this world, she became the daughter of a County Magistrate—no worries about food and clothes, and a crowd of rich young ladies around her, flattering her and coaxing her. This was something she had never experienced in her previous world.

Back then she’d always been someone who loved ease and hated work, and her family situation was nothing special. Once she went to college and saw how her peers spent money, she started to feel unbalanced. She wanted the newest, most expensive phone, wanted to wear pretty little dresses, wanted to carry designer bags. One of her roommates was a real rich beauty, born into a privileged family; whether it was the cosmetics she used or the clothes she wore, none of it was anything Qin could afford.

Her vanity gradually twisted her heart. She racked her brains to cozy up to that roommate, just so she could meet some rich men through her. Effort pays off the willing, and sure enough, through that rich beauty she got to know a few wealthy guys. So she began her money‑grubbing mistress career, and her tricks for coaxing men grew more and more refined; she knew exactly what kinds of little acts men liked. The only thing was, she got the money but lost her reputation. Not that she cared about that.

After transmigrating into this world, she finally got to experience what it felt like to be a rich beauty, envied and worshipped by others, standing high above it all.

Only, that feeling completely vanished the moment she saw her father—the dignified County Magistrate—kneel and bow respectfully to a young, handsome man. She’d seen clearly how the local gentry fawned over her father day in and day out, and she’d also seen how he pointed and ordered people around like a lord. But that day, she saw a completely different scene.

It was also that day that she learned who this young, handsome man actually was.

Prince Kang, the current Emperor’s full‑blood younger brother, the Emperor’s one and only biological younger brother.

Truly someone who was second only to one man and above ten thousand.

He had money, he had power, and he had looks.

If she married a man like that, what would she ever have to worry about again?

But this man already had a Main Wife.

When she first came to this world, she thought she’d finally be done being ”the other woman,” but in the end she was still doing her old job.

Then again, who cares? In ancient times there was no such thing as calling someone a mistress; men having three wives and four concubines was perfectly legitimate. She just needed to put on a bit of a front, keep playing hard‑to‑get and other such tricks. A man’s guilty conscience, of course, had to be exploited. And she succeeded—she successfully married into the Prince Kang Mansion.

Concubine Qin had assumed that the Princess was just a woman Prince Kang despised, nothing to fear. So she had never taken the Princess seriously. All she needed to do was pour all her effort into pleasing the Prince, and she could get everything she wanted.

But why were things turning out somewhat different from what she’d imagined?

Just as Concubine Qin was painfully puzzling over it, a maid came in and carefully greeted her, reminding her that it was time to take her medicine.

”Take what, take? Get out. Just looking at your face makes me lose my appetite.” Concubine Qin slapped at the bowl in the maid’s hands, and the thick, black medicinal decoction splashed all over the maid.

With a plop, the maid dropped to her knees, head bowed, trembling all over, not daring to make a sound.

Concubine Qin looked at the maid kneeling on the floor, and that inexplicable sense of exhilaration rose up in her heart once more.