In the wealthy family of the dynasty, the rules are higher than the palace walls.
They said that "women should be in charge of the inner house", but they forgot that Xiao Zhuo was once a "valkyrie" who rode into the enemy camp alone; they called her "crazy", but they did not dare to mention how the craftsmen who were locked in the workshop and whose hand tendons were severed cried and stuffed the last half of the cake to her.
The hypocritical prime minister gave her a coral walking stick, implying "Don't ruin the situation of the court"; remnants of the previous dynasty spread rumors that she was liaising with the enemy; even her closest junior sister cried and persuaded: "You are already famous all over the world, why do you need to wade in this muddy water again?" Xiao Zhuo picked up half a page of unburned policy documents, brushed his own handwritten words "Skills are not noble", and the fire in his eyes was stronger than the incense burner.
She had kept the rules of this world for twenty-eight years; now, it was up to her to break them.
