In the fourth year of Zhenyuan, the empress searched all over the country for 900 girls born on the same year, month and day, and raised them in a courtyard in the west of the city. He was well-dressed and well-fed, and taught school for ten years. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, His Majesty the Empress touched her head and admired the flowers, saying, "It will take a few years for me to grow up."
In the nineteenth year of Zhenyuan, those nine hundred girls died in a pit outside the city.
Yin Huaixu was the only one who did not die. She crawled out, forgetting who she was, and there were nine souls entangled in the bones on her back, which made her roll in pain at night. She picked up the names piece by piece, then went to Beijing, took the imperial examination, and sat across from the chair.
She came in thinking "to figure it out." The next thing I thought about was "why?" Finally, she discovered that she and the person sitting in the chair might be made of the same thing.
