The heavy rain sent me into prison, and seven years of wind and frost had worn away the tenderness of my youth. My uncle did anything to make money, fabricated accusations to ruin my life, and misappropriated all the assets left by my parents. My sister Chen Yantang secretly kept the account books for me, and Zhao Jing, Lin Zhao and others secretly helped me. On the day I was released from prison, I had complete evidence of the crime and raided all his properties. I emptied out the wealth he had plundered over the years. My uncle, who had been so prosperous in the past, lost everything overnight. This belated reckoning was just to get justice for the seven years of my life and blood that had been stolen.
