Shen Zhao is eighteen and still unmarried.
Her mother is so worried she can’t sleep all night, while Shen Zhao stays awake for an entirely different reason: lying on the roof and watching the stars.
“Mother, that star is about to fall.”
Three days later, a meteor streaked down, and the whole city was in an uproar.
From then on, everyone in Jiangning knew that the young lady of the Shen family who watched the stars was not to be trifled with.
Yet one poor scholar had no fear. Every day, he blocked the entrance to her home.
“Brother Shen, could I borrow yesterday’s star chart?”
At last, Shen Zhao lost patience and took off her veil.
“Take a good look. I’m a woman.”
He stared at her for three seconds, then came back the next day.
“I thought about it all night. I love the person who writes these words. What difference does it make whether you’re a man or a woman?”
