In order to survive in the cold-faced prince's house, I pretended to be an affectionate little white flower during the day, and scolded him in my heart at night to smoke in my ancestral grave.
I made soup for him, but he thought I was poisoning; I embroidered purses for him, but he suspected I was hiding a murder weapon.
Okay, this man has delusions of persecution, I will tolerate it!
But he tortured me thousands of times, and I had treated him as my first love... What the hell!
When I was determined to run away with the ball, he went crazy looking for me all over the world, staged "chasing my wife in the crematorium"?
It's too late! Your Majesty, the tides are turning, this time it's my turn to watch you act!
