She was cursed with a lifetime of bad luck when she ran into that vicious, damned bully!
Shopkeeper: "That pervert is in heat three hundred days out of the year."
Waiter: "Uh, what about the other sixty days?"
Shopkeeper: "Her period."
Waiter: "Shopkeeper, forgive me for saying so, but Master Yan is a man."
Shopkeeper: "Take a good look, you idiot. Have you ever seen a man who looks like that?"
Waiter: "But he has eighteen concubines in his back courtyard!"
Shopkeeper: "I knew you were all brawn and no brains. Ever heard of throwing people off the scent? That's exactly what this is!"
Waiter: "...All right, Master Yan is a woman, Master Yan is a woman, Master Yan is a woman..."
[Attention, dear readers]
This story has no logic and is a silly, fictional tale written only to make you smile. If you're a stickler for historical accuracy, please stay away!
The author's heart is made of glass and shatters at a touch, so please don't compare rankings!
