On the day when my sister-in-law was elected as the prince's wife, I received a box of rouge mixed with arsenic.
My mother cried and begged me to marry her: "You are an ordinary person, but you are lucky to be married to the emperor."
I obediently agreed, but took the fake death medicine in the sedan chair.
Three months later, the rouge shop I opened became famous in the capital.
My sister-in-law smashed my shop: "Bitch! Do you know that your prince husband is inhumane?"
I stroked my belly and smiled: "What a coincidence, my sister has just been diagnosed with a happy pulse."
She didn't know that the box of arsenic rouge formula was already priceless.
The rhythm is very good and it sounds good