Daming Maidservant in Brocade

In the 18th year of Hongzhi's reign, spring was extremely cold. Shen Jinghong was woken up by a bucket of ice water. "You little bitch, you stole the nobleman's hairpin and you still want to run away?" The stewardess's broken voice was like a blunt knife cutting flesh. She opened her eyes suddenly, and everything she saw was gray and ruined. Only the top of Grandma's head hovered with a thick mass of luck, which was a sign of death. In her previous life, she was a Wall Street trader and died of cardiac arrest; in this life, she was the most despicable criminal slave in the Ming Dynasty's Clothing Bureau, and was about to be beaten to death beside this dry well. Fate gave her two chances to come back, but it had no intention of letting her be a peaceful ant. The moment Mammy raised the water and fire stick, a golden light flashed deep in Shen Jinghong's pupils. "Three, two, one..." She turned sideways and bumped into the washing stone next to her in a seemingly embarrassed manner. "Crack!" The water and fire stick fell heavily, but hit the instep of Mammy herself. A shrill scream pierced the long night. Grandma fell to the ground holding the broken bones, her face as pale as paper. Shen Jinghong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled. It's time to change the chess player in this game.