I Bumped Into a Broken Bowl, So Why Is It a Bronze Relic from the Shang or Zhou Dynasty?

Everyone thinks I am mediocre and useless, someone they can push around, scraping by in meek desperation.

But no one knows that behind my cold gaze, I keep my thoughts hidden and remember every grudge, plotting my every move.

Trapped at the bottom, I endure contempt and oppression.

I keep my talents under wraps, pretend to obey, and lie low in silence.

Beneath the bustle of the streets, undercurrents churn as every faction schemes against the others.

A roster and a calculating mind are my greatest trump cards.

Patience is not weakness, and I yield only to gather strength.

When the time is right, old scores will be settled and grudges put to rest.

Everyone who looked down on me, trampled me, or schemed against me

will pay for their arrogance.

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