My stepmother wants to marry me to an old man who is a wife-suppressant.
I held the medicine cup and listened to the maid's report in a panic, without showing any emotion on my face.
The next day, my stepmother wanted to give the middle feed to my sister. I nodded: "Okay."
On the third day, my sister made a fool of herself at the palace banquet. I stood up to help her out: "She's still young."
On the fourth day, my stepmother smiled and asked me about the reconciliation. I pointed to the warehouse and said, "I know all those old accounts that my mother kept in mind."
The stepmother's smile froze on her face.
She doesn't know that I have been waiting for these ten years - waiting for her to hand over the knife with her own hands.
