The prince, Jiang Ying, is very charming and does not care about women. No one thought that he would fall in love with his wife's concubine. Huang Meng stood outside the study and saw her husband, who was as cold as a Buddha, holding his concubine and placing her on the desk. The concubine asked him, "Aying, after so many years, have you really never touched my dignified and virtuous sister?" Jiang Ying's cold voice had a hint of hoarseness, "No, you should know that I don't like her." She didn't like her this time. Let Huang Meng, who was standing outside the study, hear clearly. ... At the flower viewing banquet, the ladies recited poems and composed poems.
