One year after we separated from Song Wan, a banquet was held in the palace to enjoy flowers, and we were invited to attend.
The queen proposed to draw lots for fun, and she won the prize to compose a poem for her sweetheart.
Under the watchful eyes of all the guests, she dipped her pen in ink and wrote a tender and pathos love poem for the young Marquis.
And I drew hairpins to give to my family, and the concubine brought by the palace servants was disheveled, with mud on his clothes.
Amidst the roar of laughter, Song Wan sneered in public: "Zhou Yunjie, you even want to fake your relatives?"
I clutched the jade pendant in my sleeve tightly, turned around, rushed to the lotus pond, and jumped down.
After all, the system said...
As long as I die here, I can go home. Why should I be so humiliated here?
