(1VN real grassroots female protagonist, male Quanjie)
She crawled out from the pile of dead people, with her parents' lives covered in her body.
The winter in Chang'an City couldn't freeze her to death. After being beaten, lied to, and thrown out of the door, she patted the dirt and walked on. Not a mouthful of rice is free, not a copper plate is not stained with blood.
Beggar, maid, concubine, female official. She stepped on everyone and climbed up, leaving a bloody mark every step of the way.
She has walked this road for too long. It has been so long that my heart has become cold, and it has been so long that I only care about interests and not people. But someone wanted to pounce on her.
The one who was as gentle as jade picked her up from the mud. The one who shines brightly protects her with his life. The noble and indifferent prince was tricked by her and still got close to her. There is also a romantic and uninhibited prodigal son, a boy who is as loyal as a dog, and a king from a foreign country. One after another, they all fell into her hands.
She never says no. She smiles at anyone who is useful. She would kick out anyone who stood in her way.
She wants a man? No, she wants that chair.
From a beggar on the streets of Chang'an to the lord of the world.
There are many thorns along the way. She is that weed that can break even the wind, frost or sword.
