I survived to the last episode of the palace drama, but just as I sat on the Queen Mother's chair, I traveled through time in the blink of an eye. I became the poor heroine in the ancient novels about love after marriage. She was abused and indifferent and finally achieved a happy marriage. The cheap husband wants to go out to celebrate the birthday of his mistress? I made a prompt decision to take the person home, and all I could do was add a pair of chopsticks. Is there something mean at the party that challenges my status? I slapped him left and right and asked the security guard to throw him out. After all, I am not a little girl who longs for a man's love. I only have money and power in my eyes.
