On the eve of her wedding, Yu Youwei dreamed that she became a discarded wife, entered a Taoist temple, killed her maid, and was executed by being cut in half at the waist in the marketplace. When she awoke, her bridal sedan was on its way. She took off her wedding dress, shouldered her book bag, and moved into Xianyi Temple. There, she covered a screen wall with poems and waited for the gentlemen of Chang’an to answer them.
She would rely on no man and marry no one. In this life, she would rely only on the brush in her hand.
This book is my way of making up for the regret I feel over Yu Youwei, and giving her a new life and the best possible ending.
