The Cold Lady Washes the Foot of the Male Servant
by Yer
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The moment I returned home, under the light, I saw Shen Sizhu's servant lying on the wedding bed covered with red dates and longans. The always dignified Miss Shen was kneeling to pinch his feet, and there was a brand new golden sword on the table. At noon today, I exchanged all my savings for gold bars as a dowry to marry Shen Sizhu. She answered happily, but slapped me mercilessly when I opened my mouth. Shen Sizhu's eyes were full of disdain: "You can't even pee if you can't afford a bronze mirror!" "He is indeed a stupid idiot born and raised by untouchables, and he can't even get any respect!" I suddenly felt that in the past five years, I had carefully obeyed her request to prohibit intermarriage in the palace, which was like a joke. At dawn the next day, I sent a letter to my father: "I admit defeat and invite myself to return to the palace and become an official."
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