In her previous life, Song Yumian had guarded her wooden husband Jiang Yanzhi for five years. It was not until the day the family was destroyed that she realized that the gentleman Duanfang, who even held hands and wanted to bow to him to accuse him, actually used his back to block the thirty-ridge staff for her. In the pool of blood, he held her sleeve corner and said "I'm sorry", and then she understood the love poem he had hidden in the annotations of "Book of Rites".
After resurrecting her life, she wrote erotic words next to the sage's book he annotated: "Since you teach your disciples how to read the Spring and Autumn Annals, can you teach me how to taste love and romance?"
Later everyone said that Master Jiang was crazy——
He tore apart the restraint he was proud of and held her wrist in the darkness of the palace banquet: "Madam smiled at Mr. Tanhua three times today"; he trapped her in the study with her wrist hanging to copy "Guan Ju", and the ink stained through hundreds of sheets of rice paper; while applying medicine to her ankle late at night, his eyes suddenly turned red and uncontrollable: "Is this the way that Qingqing wanted to change for her husband?"
