They always laugh at my mother's whims, and laugh at my mother and I for not being able to position ourselves correctly, so I want to be the master, and I want to trample you under my feet. For a woman from a powerful family, beauty is just the icing on the cake. For a powerless commoner woman, it is a blessing and an unfortunate beginning.
(Author: Just name it whatever you want. Today I'm bursting with thoughts and I can't stop it. If I don't write it down and publish it, I'm worried that I'll miss an opportunity of 100 million)
Purpose: Are women in ancient times really willing to be trapped in this four-dimensional world?