In order not to be sent to the palace, my father said in public that I was mentally ill. The tyrant raised his eyebrows and said, "I like people with weak brains." On the night of entering the palace, I called him husband, and my father-in-law was so scared that he knelt down on the spot! I nestled into his arms in the imperial study room, and the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue looked at me dumbfounded on the spot; the Queen Mother asked me to poison the tyrant, and I fed the medicine to the Queen Mother with my backhand; I poured Dabu pills into the tyrant's soup, and he protected me behind him even though his nose was bleeding. I originally just wanted to be spoiled, but the tyrant wanted to pamper me and turn me into a demon queen who would bring disaster to the country. He also brought up the old blame of me picking up this little crybaby from him in the past - it turned out that he had pampered me since I was young.
