My father was the number one scholar from a poor family and married Princess Yongle, the sister of the Holy Emperor. The couple loved each other and had eight children in a row. But he dotes on me, his only daughter. When I was seriously ill, in order to pray for my health and longevity, my mother-in-law climbed to the Buddha in single clothes and kowtowed step by step. My brothers took me out to play, and I accidentally broke my face. My mother hung them up and beat them for three days and three nights. My father taught me carefully and passed on to me everything he had learned throughout his life. Everyone in the princess's house took great care of me as if I were an eyeball. Even though I am not very talented and beautiful, I have become the quasi-prince's concubine to the eldest son of the current queen. I vow to repay them for their upbringing. Therefore, on the eve of the wedding, I killed thousands of people in the princess's house. He even cut off the heads of his father and mother himself. The red lantern was hung high, and I knelt down on the ground, with tears streaming down my face, and kowtowed heavily toward the southwest.
