A vulgar woman who sells bean curds in the market and always talks about "your uncle's", her biggest wish is just to raise her third aunt to marry a good family and to sell more bean curds every day.
But such a simple wish ended in meeting a young master who loved playing cockfights and cricket crickets; meeting a sick young man who was a genius; meeting a pair of important generals of the imperial court who secretly investigated the rebellion three years ago.
"If I knew that the truth turned out to be like this, then I would rather choose to be a 'little widow' who has no intentions and only thinks about how to sell the beans and blackmail people for money. In fact, it is better to be an ostrich with its head buried in the desert!"
This is a story about a phoenix that turns into a crow, but a crow remains a crow. This article is light and simple, with occasional minor abuse in the middle, and ends with a HE. The story starts out small at first, but it always becomes stormy.
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