Xie Jinghong saved a sick scholar. She thought she would be sent away after recovering from her injuries, but she didn't know that this man would act coquettishly, be jealous, crawl into bed, and in the end he would stay by her side with both his heart and soul. She had always felt that Shen Zhiwei was just a concubine whom she had conveniently raised. Until the day when the class teacher returned to Beijing, all civil and military officials knelt down and shouted: "Welcome the regent!" Xie Jinghong looked at the man who hugged her last night and complained about backache, and slowly drew his sword: "Explain." The regent coughed lightly: "Madam, do you want to go home first before cutting?"
