Miaodong died in a raging fire, then was reborn in a room glittering with gold and splendor. The messenger of death told her she had accumulated countless good deeds, so they’d given her a good family to be born into.
A father who’d left home, a mother with power and status, a love-struck younger sister, and a second father who was always stirring up trouble. Was this what they called a good family?
Delicious food she couldn’t stomach, a place where she couldn’t sleep peacefully, and a prince consort who dropped out of the sky?
She really wanted to die again, but she couldn’t.
All she could do was roll up her sleeves and get to work. On what? How would she know? She’d deal with whatever came her way. In short, if it couldn’t kill her, she’d work herself to death...
