Concubine Not Guilty

I hate my mistress the most in my life, and my hatred flies down from the 19th floor. Unexpectedly, once she wakes up, she becomes an inexplicable concubine. There is a lecherous master who is ready to stretch out his claws at any time, a young master who misunderstands her, blames her, hates her, beats her and scolds her, and a young lady who has a pot of fire on her face and a knife in her heart. Three mountains were like a roof, how could she survive? But she only had one sentence: I am not guilty.