The emperor was quarreling with his concubine, and in a fit of anger, he pointed at me, who was picking up pieces of porcelain, and said, "Take this girl to my palace." One night later, I was inexplicably named his wife, but was later forgotten by the emperor.
Three years later, when the emperor dismissed the unfavored palace servants, I thought I could finally escape from the imperial city. The emperor just pointed at me and said, "Take this so and so back to my palace."
