Dressed as a cannon fodder female supporting character in an ancient Chinese novel who couldn't survive more than three chapters, I decided to lie down and die.
The system forced me to pursue a career, but I insisted on holding a talk show in the backyard of the palace.
"My lord, your aesthetics are just like that of the village prince carrying a dung basket. It's so ugly that it's refreshing and refined."
"Sister Concubine, your acting skills are really lacking in talent if you don't use your storytelling skills."
The whole capital laughed at me for being crazy, except for the cold-faced male protagonist who always moved a small pony to watch from the front row.
Until one day, he pinched my chin with red eyes: "Try to curse again?"
I took out the Allegro with my backhand and said, "Okay! I'll sing the song "Disco in the Palace of Hell" for you!"
Purpose: To dress up as the cannon fodder female supporting character in an ancient Chinese novel who cannot survive three chapters, I decided to lie down and die.