Ji Shichen, the young minister of Taichang Temple, was an upright person and did not get involved in party disputes. His biggest worry was that the seventh prince, Jin Yuan, always asked him to copy documents from his house.
At first he thought His Highness just lacked a document. Later I discovered that what was missing might be something else.
Jin Yuan never allowed him to salute, but when he copied the book until his fingertips became stiff, he would reach out from behind and put his fingers into his palms to warm them. Jin Yuan couldn't move him, but when he memorized the rituals incorrectly, he would let him lie down on the desk, tap him gently with a jade ruler a few times, and then pull him up and say, "Remember next time, or I'll scold you if you don't remember."
Ji Shichen wanted to hide, but couldn't; wanted to retreat, but couldn't. In the court, he was a fourth-rank young minister, and when he returned to the palace, he was Jin Yuan. The ink on the desk was rubbed repeatedly, getting thicker and deeper.
Intention: In the process of being tamed by him, I learned how to be loved.