"The wheat is ripe, it's time for us to go home."
She climbed out of the muddy wheat field and the bloody wedding room, and washed her hands and feet stained with blood and soil. Every step is stepped on the thorns of conspiracy and betrayal. Love leaves, trust is shattered, and people are reborn from the ashes again and again in desperate situations. In the end, she used her scarred palms to grasp the throat of fate and climbed from an ant to the top of the business empire. This is a road to the throne paved with pain, which can be painful to the point of breaking the heart, but also extremely satisfying.
Purpose: Female growth