Xu Zhao wanted to recruit a pretty boy to marry him, but ended up marrying a lame and poor scholar.
She forced him to rehabilitate, settle accounts, and tailor his clothes, thinking: After he is raised, he will be mine.
Later, the scholar won the lottery and took the gold to repay the debt.
Xu Zhao: I don't want money, I want you to marry me.
Tanhua: You are dreaming.
Xu Zhao: Then I will go with the foreign prince.
Tanhua: ... I'll think about it.
Purpose: When two people have their own ambitions, does love mean that one party must compromise? Or can a way to coexist be found?