She has never been a special person. She usually just reads books, plays on the swing, and makes a new pot of tea.
She is a noble lady down to her core, guarding her own little world in troubled times.
She saw herself very clearly and knew that her abilities were limited to music, chess, calligraphy and painting. At most, she had the leisurely mood to blurt out a few lines of poetry and long and short sentences, and perhaps she had a clearer understanding of the current situation.
But that's all, she doesn't have any weird idea that she can't stand out as a man if she is so extraordinary. On the contrary, the father at home secretly recited it and then my mother-in-law pinched his ears and taught him a lesson.
Perhaps the only difference from other ladies was that she was betrothed to him.