Once I was a maid, and the rest of my life I was a low-class person. Isn't it okay for me to admit it?
A charming and powerful woman, plotting and scheming, and a maid serving as cannon fodder, why don't I just admit it?
I just hope that this life will be like a jade leakage, waiting for all the sand and stones to be used up, so that I can live a stable life.
The one-word strategy only says: "Endure!"