The day I dressed as the deposed empress, I squatted in Hantang Palace and ate moldy cornstarch.
The ending of being given the poisoned wine was still swirling in my mind. I was gnashing my teeth in my hungry stomach - this is a broken script, and I have to change it!
From then on, the cold palace turned into a battlefield: the old eunuch held up a fly whisk and preached, "Mom, please be at peace." I glanced at his oily braid and said, "Is this grease in your father-in-law's hair more valuable than the emperor's ambergris?" The maid delivering the meal wiped her tears and said, "I'm sorry, my dear." I knocked the silver bracelet on her wrist and said, "My sister's tears are thinner than the soup in the imperial kitchen, so I don't have to wash the dishes."
Who would have thought that the dog emperor who always hid in the corridor and listened to my rants would suddenly lift the door curtain one day and pick the ends of my hair stained with scum with his fingertips: "My beloved concubine has such a mouth... I want to take her into the Yangxin Palace and listen to her every day."
