When the imperial edict came down, my father fainted from anger. My mother cried her heart out. My good sister covered her mouth and showed a gloating smile. And I, Shen Zhiwei, almost couldn't hold back my laughter on the spot. Marry nine thousand year old Pei Xuan? That living king of hell who holds all the power in the government and is said to be able to stop children from crying at night? The head eunuch who is physically disabled and has no descendants? This is simply a great joy!
