I have already established my power and prestige, so how did Li Shimin come back to life?

She couldn't help but make a few excuses.

"I've been very careful and swept every spot several times. There really isn't any dust left."

When the old nun heard this, her expression instantly became even uglier, and she threw the broom in her hand directly at Wu Zetian.

"You are so ignorant, you dare to talk back here? The rules of this temple cannot be violated by you!"

Although it didn't hurt much when the broom hit her body, Wu Zetian felt extremely humiliated. Tears welled up in her eyes and she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.

These guys who bully others by taking advantage of their power are just taking advantage of their age. Why do they bully me like this? I have never been afraid of anyone, but now I have to suffer such humiliation here.

But reason prevailed. She knew that she was isolated and helpless in this temple. If she acted impulsively, she might even lose her place to stay.

He could only hold back his tears, pick up the broom, and work hard again. While sweeping, he secretly swore in his heart that he would double back the humiliation he suffered today one day.

Meal time is a rare time in the day to take a break, but for Wu Zetian, it is still a difficult moment.

Everyone sat together in the simple dining hall. The food was extremely simple, just watery rice porridge with a few pitiful pickles, which looked unappetizing.

And those old nuns would deliberately make things difficult for her and give the worst food to Wu Zetian.

An old nun was holding a bowl, with a look of pride and sarcasm in her eyes. She looked at the pitiful amount of food in Wu Zetian's bowl and said in a sarcastic tone.

"Hmph, you, just eat these. It's good enough to have something to eat. Don't think about the delicacies from the mountains and the sea in the past."

Wu Zetian looked at the watery soup in the bowl and listened to the sarcastic words, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.

When I was in the palace and was favored by His Majesty, every meal was filled with delicious food.

Now she was in such a state and was being humiliated like this. She was so angry that her hands were shaking. She really wanted to throw the bowl on the ground and argue with them.

But she knew in her heart that arguing with these people would only make herself more embarrassed, so she could only swallow her anger silently, take the hard-to-swallow food, and find a corner to eat alone.

Every bite felt like swallowing bitter tears. While eating, I wondered when I could get out of this predicament and no longer be bullied by these people.

When it was time to work, Wu Zetian followed everyone to the vegetable garden of the temple.

Her delicate hands were holding the farm tools, and she was not very skilled, so she worked naturally slowly.

The old nuns stood aside, with their arms folded across their chests, making sarcastic remarks.

"Oh, look at this delicate body of yours. You must have been used to enjoying the good life in the palace. Now that you're here, you won't be able to enjoy such a good life. Why don't you work harder?"

An old nun curled her lips and said disdainfully.

Those words stabbed Wu Zetian's heart like a knife. She was angry and anxious, and her hands moved more and more flustered, but the more anxious she was, the worse she did her job.

After a while, blisters appeared on her hands. The pain was so piercing that she couldn't help but gasp.

Looking at her hands covered with blisters, Wu Zetian felt sad, thinking that she used to be a proud and arrogant person, and had never suffered such pain.

Now my dignity is being trampled upon like this, but what can I do?

She gritted her teeth and decided that she would not be defeated like this. She would remember the humiliation she suffered today, and when she could finally come to her senses, she would make them pay for what they had done today.

Then he endured the pain and continued working, with stubbornness and indomitable spirit in his eyes. Even though sweat mixed with tears slid down his cheeks, he refused to stop for a moment.

The sun gradually sets in the west, and the blood-red setting sun dyes every corner of Ganye Temple with a dim hue, as if covering this already cold and quiet temple with a layer of lonely gauze.