On the first day I entered the Marquis Mansion, my employer, the legitimate lady who was bullied to the point of being unhappy, was about to be caught and raped in bed by my stepmother.
Dozens of servants and thugs blocked the outside of the hospital. Just waiting for her stepmother's order, they would rush in and capture her and the drugged man on the spot, leaving her in ruins and in a pig cage.
And I, a humble servant who earns three taels of silver an hour, theoretically have to die as well.
Everyone thought this was a dead end.
But they didn't know that just when my stepmother was grinning and preparing to give the order, several options popped up in front of my eyes.
