I was Zhaoyi in the court of the Southern Song Dynasty, a female official who was deeply influenced by etiquette. I was accompanied by poems and books every day.
Until the day when the Mongolian cavalry broke through Lin'an City, we palace relatives were escorted north.
The concubines who accompanied me all couldn't bear the humiliation and chose to commit suicide. I also left "Man Ting Fang" on the wall of the post house and decided to die.
Unexpectedly, this poem attracted an unexpected reader - Boyan, the commander-in-chief of the Yuan army.
He stood in front of the wall and pondered for a long time, then suddenly turned around and asked: "Where is the person who wrote this poem?"
What I didn't expect was that this fatal word would actually become my life-saving talisman.
