From cannon fodder villain to superpowered queen

Bi Yao and Jiang Ruiyuan arrived at the town market with a few copper coins in their pockets. The dazzling array of goods was overwhelming.

Bi Yao's goal is clear: to find undervalued gems.

She immediately took a liking to a dusty celadon vase, hidden away in a corner and ignored by everyone.

Based on her knowledge from before her transmigration, Bi Yao keenly sensed that this vase was extraordinary and definitely a treasure!

Unfortunately, the few copper coins in my pocket were far from enough.

"Boss, how much is this vase?" Bi Yao asked tentatively.

The stall owner sized Bi Yao up and down, and seeing her simple clothes, he sneered, "Little girl, this is an antique. Can you afford it?" The surrounding stall owners also joined in the jeering, and their mocking laughter rose and fell like a flock of noisy crows.

Bi Yao bit her lip in embarrassment, cursing inwardly: "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a poor young girl!"

"Hmph, just you wait!" Bi Yao secretly made up her mind that she must make money and dazzle these people!

She decided to go to the Chamber of Commerce first, hoping to find an opportunity.

However, Sun Qinian, the president of the Chamber of Commerce, was an old stubborn man. Seeing that Bi Yao was dressed shabbily, he didn't even let her in the door.

"Go away, go away! Where did this beggar come from, wanting to join the Chamber of Commerce? Don't cause trouble here!" Sun Qinian waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away flies.

Bi Yao argued forcefully: "President, I just want to ask for some help..."

"Help? Hmph, our chamber of commerce only helps powerful businessmen! Look at you, do you look like a businessman?" Sun Qinian looked Bi Yao up and down with disdain, his tone harsh. "I advise you to go home and wash up and go to bed, stop daydreaming here!"

After being ridiculed repeatedly, Bi Yao was seething with anger, but she knew that now was not the time to confront them head-on.

She turned and left the chamber of commerce, but did not give up.

In a secluded corner of the market, she seemed to have discovered something...

“Wait,” Bi Yao stopped in her tracks, her gaze fixed on a pile of dusty trinkets, “This is…”

Bi Yao's gaze was fixed on a pile of dusty trinkets.

These little trinkets were carelessly piled up in a dilapidated wooden box, like forgotten trash.

The stall owner was a drowsy old man who paid no attention to these trinkets.

"Boss, how much are these?" Bi Yao squatted down and picked up a rusty bronze mirror.

The old man lazily raised his eyelids: "Give me some money and take it."

Bi Yao was secretly delighted. Although these small ornaments looked inconspicuous, she could tell at a glance that some of them were unique.

She casually flipped through the items, picked out a few that were in better condition, and then took out a few copper coins and handed them to the old man.

The old man took the coin, yawned, and continued dozing.

Bi Yao carried these trinkets to the other end of the market.

This place attracts many tourists from other places who are very interested in local specialties and antiques.

Bi Yao set up a small stall and displayed her trinkets one by one.

"Don't miss out! Authentic antique trinkets, on sale at a bargain price!" Bi Yao shouted at the top of her lungs, just like a seasoned merchant.

Several tourists were drawn over by her calls and curiously examined the trinkets on her stall.

"Young lady, is this a real antique?" a chubby tourist asked.

"Of course!" Bi Yao patted her chest and assured them, "These are treasures passed down from my ancestors. I wouldn't sell them if I didn't urgently need the money!" She vividly embellished the story, making the origin of these little trinkets sound almost mystical, leaving the tourists stunned.

In the end, Bi Yao successfully sold these trinkets to several tourists at a high price, earning her first pot of gold.

She counted the coins in her hand, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Zhao Shihao, who was not far away, saw this scene. He originally thought that Bi Yao was just a naive girl, but he did not expect that she would actually make a deal.

Jealousy burned within him, and with a grim face, he gave a few instructions to his men.

A short while later, several burly men swaggered up to Bi Yao's stall and began to deliberately cause trouble, making loud noises and driving away customers.

The customers that Bi Yao had painstakingly attracted were scared away and fled, and business suddenly became quiet.

Bi Yao looked at these ill-intentioned guys and felt a surge of anger.

But instead of making a scene as they expected, she gave them a sweet smile...

"Brothers, what is this..." Bi Yao smiled sweetly, revealing two shallow dimples: "Brothers, have you taken a fancy to my little trinkets? Pick whatever you like. I'm opening today, so I'll give you all a discount!" As she spoke, she picked up a few trinkets and eagerly handed them to the men.

The men looked at each other, none of them expecting Bi Yao to react this way.

They originally came to cause trouble, intending to smash her stall to pieces, but now that she was greeting them with a smile, they felt a little embarrassed to do so.

"This...this is too much trouble," a man said, scratching his head and giving a simple, honest smile.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Bi Yao said warmly, stuffing the little trinkets into their hands. “Just consider it making friends!”

Several men held the small gadget, looking completely bewildered.

They had never seen anything like this before.

What's this little brat up to?

While joking and bantering with them, Bi Yao subtly observed their actions and paid attention to the subtle clues in their conversation.

She discovered that although these men were big and burly, they were simple-minded and easy to get information out of them.

In just a few words, Bi Yao managed to extract a lot of information about Zhao Shihao's business tactics.

It turns out that Zhao Shih-hao frequently used such underhanded tactics to suppress competitors and monopolize the market.

Bi Yao silently memorized this information and secretly collected evidence.

She secretly slipped some crucial evidence to several passing businessmen who were all victims of Zhao Shih-hao and deeply resented his evil deeds.

With this evidence, Bi Yao believed that Zhao Shihao's good days were over.

As night fell, Bi Yao packed up her stall and went home.

Counting the few coins in her hand, she felt a mix of emotions.

Although she had made some money and collected some evidence today, she knew that this was only the first step in a long journey.

Zhao Shih-hao will definitely not let this go; he will retaliate even more fiercely next.

Moreover, she was also very worried about Jiang Ruiyuan's situation in the Jiang family.

She hadn't heard from him since they last parted ways.

I wonder if he's doing well, or if he's been bullied by the Jiang family.

"Sigh..." Bi Yao sighed and rubbed her sore shoulders.

She needs to continue setting up her stall at the market tomorrow; she needs more money to gain a foothold in this city of supernatural abilities.

“A wealthy cloth shop should be able to get cheaper supplies…” Bi Yao muttered to herself, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes. “I’ll go meet him tomorrow!” She clenched her fist, her gaze resolute: “Zhao Shihao, we’ll see!”

The next morning, Bi Yao arrived at Qian Youcai's cloth shop.

As soon as she entered, she heard a sharp, sarcastic voice: "Oh, isn't this the little brat from yesterday? What, causing trouble again today?" Bi Yao looked up and saw a woman dressed in a flamboyant manner standing with her hands on her hips, looking at her with disdain.

This woman was Qian Youcai's wife, who was notoriously shrewish and difficult to deal with.

"Ma'am, you've misunderstood..."

"Misunderstanding? Who misunderstood you! You..." The woman was about to continue her tirade when she was interrupted by a voice.

“Madam, you must not be rude.” A middle-aged man in a brocade robe stepped forward; it was Qian Youcai himself.

He looked Bi Yao up and down, then slowly asked, "Miss, what brings you here?"

Bi Yao took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Qian, I'd like to discuss a business deal with you..."