He Ziqing loved to flirt with women. With his handsome, dashing looks, he had won the hearts of countless young ladies. But now he was the one getting a raw deal.
That old emperor had arranged a marriage for him, and his bride was a princess. Now he had no choice but to give up visiting brothels, and he couldn't afford to offend the princess either.
Their wedding was only six months away, and he was already in a muddle. Then a demon showed up at his home. He Ziqing was miserable: he couldn't beat the fox, and he couldn't drive it away. So he let it stay, but the demon spent all his private savings and even got handsy with him... He Ziqing was at a loss for tears.
"You damn fox! Go sleep on the floor!"
"The floor is so cold. How could you bear to make your husband suffer like that?"
"Hey! Where do you think you're putting your hands?!"
Master, why don't you write it down.