This Concubine Is Poisonous

Once the serfs started singing, a certain woman's enjoyment changed. A streetwalker became a rich man in the blink of an eye, but how could he be so modest and self-possessed that he could only serve tea to the boss, succumb to the evil forces, and become cowardly and naughty at the same time? There is no gentle, caring and kind-hearted heroine here, there is only a spring-like coward who becomes weak when strong~ The heroine firmly believes: If you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood. If you don't die, you will be output!