I (first person) am Xie Wuanyang, the most powerful salt patrol censor in the capital, who lives in the outer room of another courtyard. He thought that I loved him so much that I was willing to have no name or status, but in fact I just regarded him as my "boss" who saved money. At the expiration of three years, Xie Wu'an was about to marry a noble girl. Not only did he not intend to give me a status, he also wanted to send me to Zhuangzi to live the rest of my life. I agreed with tears on the surface, but in fact I had already sold all the jewelry, calligraphy and paintings he had given me, carefully planned a "mistake" accident, and fled to Jiangnan with a huge sum of money to open a rouge shop.
Xie Wu'an thought I was just throwing a tantrum at first, until he saw the charred corpse (stand-in), the usually calm and composed Master Yushi vomited blood on the spot. Three years later, he went on a patrol in the south of the Yangtze River. On the bustling streets of the city, he saw the concubine who had been "dead" for many years, waving a fan and looking at other men with a smile.
