The Scheming Minister’s Kitchen Maid

I’m the kitchen maid in the treacherous minister’s household. I’m blessed with immense strength—I can do the work of three people. After the treacherous minister beat to death over a dozen maids who tried to sleep with him, he was left with no one to even serve him his meals. “Go there and work hard. Don’t try to climb into his bed. Your monthly salary will be increased to five taels. If you can hold out for three years, I guarantee you’ll return home in glory! But if you try to seduce him, forget about getting the money, you’ll lose your life too…” The old steward held my hand and earnestly advised me, afraid that I might lose my mind and ruin myself. Two years later, the treacherous minister, taking advantage of being alone, pretended to be drunk after drinking tea, and repeatedly tried to drag me onto the bed. I kicked him over with one foot, tied myself up tightly with a rope, secured my collar and waist, even tying my pants tightly—ready to die rather than yield. “My lord! Let me tell you the truth today—I’d rather die than climb into that bed!”