"Become a butterfly? Die for love?" Looking at this popular "Butterfly Lovers", I can't describe my feelings. The Liang Shanbo in the book has no courage to resist for love. He only knows how to complain about heaven and power, and he has no courage to be a good official and plead for the people. Eventually he died of depression. How could I, Zhu Yingtai, die for such a man and turn into a butterfly?
It's a pity that I thought Liang Shanbo was a gentleman who loved me but couldn't get it, so he wrote such a novel to slander me. He couldn't help but look up at the man who was reviewing official documents, "You actually let such a novel spread to slander you and slander me?"
"Everyone in the world thinks that Miss Zhu's seventh daughter marrying Mr. Ma's family is a match made in heaven. The dynasty in this book is in the Jin Dynasty, who would associate it with us. Besides, how many of them know that your maiden name is Yingtai, and how many of them know that I am a literary genius?" He stood up and gently hugged me from behind. His deep voice was slightly hoarse, "Liang Shanbo has become depressed and ill. You are already mine, and I am too lazy to argue with him about these useless things."