Qin Shihuang only complained about a novel. There was no need to make her prove that she could do better. As it turned out, she really could: she exploited her bloodsucking family and put useless people to good use by taking down the scum. Pushy passersby A and B could both get lost. What, the greater your ability, the greater your responsibility? Qin Shihuang could only say that she had a big temper and a small heart.
