Shen Tu felt that God was joking with her. I cried all night after failing a single move. When I opened my eyes, I was transported to the ancient times and was a palace maid. In less than three minutes, the queen mother of the dynasty was thrown into the cesspool with her bucket. She danced from a condemned prisoner to a palace maid with a modern dance, and with a pair of smelly feet that could stun people to death, she got to know Concubine Yun in the cold palace - the woman who taught her how to read, blocked knives for her, and gave her all her belongings to buy bracelets. Concubine Yun said, "I believe in you." This was the first time in Shen Tu's entire life that someone had believed in her.
But Concubine Yun is dead. Shen Tu faked his death and escaped, living in the countryside, burning down his benefactor's house, stealing chickens, being kidnapped, sold, and imprisoned, and was finally fished back from the bandit's den by the third prince. She began to take revenge - using moldy peanuts, using fermented stinky water, using everything she learned from the chemistry class in the vocational high school and the swill bucket in the cafeteria. She wanted everyone who had harmed Concubine Yun to pay the price.
As for the third prince, from the day her smelly feet made his mother-in-law faint, he had no intention of exiting her life.
This is the story of a woman who climbed up from the edge of a cesspit, rolled through the mud, and kept crawling forward while holding stones in her hands. Absurd, hot, and unreasonable.
