On the day when King Zhenbei returned home in triumph, he asked me to marry him as a widow.
Everyone thought that he was caring for my late husband's widow because of his old friendship.
Only I know that three years ago he was in this mourning hall, pinching my chin and saying:
"After three years of filial piety, I will come to marry you."
Now, with his armor still on, he announced in front of the civil and military officials of the court:
"My lord, I would like to marry Mr. Shen."
I knelt in front of the hall with my eyes lowered, holding the scissors in my sleeve against my throat.
If he takes one step closer, my blood will be splattered on the golden plate——
