On the day I got married to the King of Jin, my concubine fainted and coughed up blood and hanged herself.
King Jin threw down the red silk on the spot, rushed to the backyard, held her in his arms, staged a drama of pain, and promised to carry his concubine into the palace together.
Everyone in the capital was laughing at my joke, but I remained calm.
There are many concubines in the backyard, but I am the only one who has been granted marriage by the Holy Spirit, Princess Jin.
The next day, when my concubine was serving tea, she demonstrated in front of me: "I am the woman in the heart of the prince."
I said lightly: "That's good. When the prince passes away, you, my beloved concubine, can be buried as a sacrifice."
