Workaholic and Slacker: I Lived to 108 in the Qing Dynasty

Song Youyou knelt in the main hall of Yonghe Temple and sincerely made three wishes:

First, a big house with a yard.

Second, three or five aunties to wait on her.

Third, meals made by a master chef every day.

To show her sincerity, she gritted her teeth and donated what she'd normally spend on coffee over three months.

As soon as she stepped out of the hall, a bolt of lightning struck her. This wasn't a figure of speech.

When she opened her eyes again, she was lying on a hard bed, with a shrill female voice ringing in her ears:

"If you're awake, stop pretending to be dead! Your uncle sold you to the Fourth Prince's manor. They'll send you there next month!"