The maidservant was beaten to death by her mistress with a stick, and when her body was dumped in a mass grave, the blood-stained handkerchief still held the breath of a pre-term fetus, and she didn't even have a chance to complain; the stone girl was regarded as an unlucky family and was locked in the dark. In the firewood shed, he was tortured day by day, and the scars all over his body were the imprints of etiquette. The handsome prince-in-law had no glory, but he bumped into the princess and his face every night. Under the golden crown, there was humiliation and powerlessness that could not be hidden.
This is the blood and tears at the bottom that official history does not want to record: the maidservant is a plaything that the master can humiliate at will, and life and death depend on one thought; the stone girl is an alien spurned by the world, and must be careful even when she is alive; even if she is a prince consort, she cannot escape the crushing power and ethics. Over the past five thousand years in China, countless trampled souls have been hidden in the swamps under the palace walls and in the cold kilns in the marketplace. What you are opening are unofficial secrets, but what you see is the real life of ancient people at the bottom struggling in desperate situations and sinking in darkness.
