Madam, She Just Wants to Be a Salted Fish

The Queen Mother said that the Xie family's daughter was born to stand at the highest point of the Tai Chi Palace, but Xie Shuyun felt that the salt and pepper crisps from Shangshi Bureau were more delicious. On the day of the draft, she pretended to be dumbfounded with a head full of gold hairpins. She pulled out the peony-patterned hosta she received as a gift from the Queen Mother and gave it to the cat as a toy: "This piece of work is so heavy that it is not as crisp as the bells of Xuetuan'er!" He turned around and winked at the emperor: "Your Majesty, if you turn over, you will still be a salted fish, are you right?" I wanted to lie down and become a transparent person, but I was forced to watch the noble concubine tear the queen, and the wise concubine poison the beauty. Until one day—— "Xie Cairen fed the ruler from the teacher yesterday to the raccoon slave to grind his teeth!" "Hemei used mint tea to water the imperial concubine's peonies from the Western Regions withered this morning!" "He and Jieyu just 'accidentally' dropped the Queen's gilded walking stick in the Jiuqu Corridor..." Li Zhen crushed the Bizi soup bowl and sneered: "My beloved concubine's salted fish is really exciting." Xie Shuyun looked at the sky with her feet raised while holding a salted plum in her mouth: The first rule of survival in the deep palace—— Those who lie flatest often suffer the most pain from falling.