Being a principal wife is better than being a concubine, right? That's what she thought, and that's what she did.
But when her craving for food sends her to the palace for a family banquet, a eunuch pins her down and kisses her. She thinks it's only a kiss, and they haven't gone all the way, so she can still become the glorious wife of the top scholar. Then an imperial edict arrives: the eunuch is the emperor, and she goes from being the top scholar's wife to a low-ranking consort, no more glorious than a concubine.
