[No romance] + [powerful female lead] + [no System] + [satisfying revenge]
Qin Sulan enters a novel as a cannon-fodder old woman.
The original woman was falsely accused by her illegitimate son, drowned in a pond, and died unjustly. Her three daughters were sold off and met tragic deaths.
No worries, Qin Sulan is here!
And she brought a Treasure Bowl with her!
Dishwater turns into miraculous water in an instant. Drink it, and you'll be strong enough to kill three oxen with one punch.
I hang my husband, who grovels to his mistress, up in the ancestral hall for all to see.
The illegitimate son waves around his successful examination certificate and taunts me, so I shove him headfirst into the latrine to use as toilet paper.
I set up a rice porridge stall. One bowl and a consumptive is instantly full of life!
The crown prince charges into the privy clutching a spittoon: “My six years of constipation are finally over!”
The prime minister begs for a tenth bowl: “Give me another bowl of porridge, and this old man can work for His Majesty for another fifty years!”
The emperor even makes me a princess, then carries the imperial seal to my door and pounds on it: “Move the capital! Move it within three meters of the porridge stall right now!”
The scoundrel men and wicked women lick the spoons beside the pot. I sip my porridge with a smile: “Behave, now. The VIP package is dishwater mixed with pig slop, only 888 taels a bite!”
