On the third day of her wedding, her mother-in-law went through her dowry box.
On the seventh day, her sister-in-law took her job.
On the fifteenth day, the incense recipe left by my mother was sold for scrap.
Everyone was waiting to see her accept her fate.
But no one knew that what was inside her body was An Lingrong, who had died once.
From Tongzilou to free market, from small counter to large workshop,
She first turned over her husband's family, then turned over men, and finally turned herself into her biggest supporter.
