The day my aunt betrothed me to an eunuch. Everyone in the mansion said that the third girl, Shen Zhiyi, was the softest persimmon to be pinched. When her aunt betrothed her to the eunuch of Dongchang, she did not even dare to shed a single tear. On the wedding day, the wedding sedan was hit by a frightened horse halfway through the carriage. The curtain of the sedan chair was opened, and the bride who walked out was a different person. A dagger was pressed against the eunuch's throat: "Eunuch, it's time for someone else to take the factory supervisor's seat." Many years later, Shen Zhiyi, who had become the factory supervisor's wife, asked her aunt with a smile: "Do you think it is more important for a woman to be chaste, quiet, virtuous, or... The power to control the life and death of others?"
