As a prisoner of subjugation, Tan Xian lived in dire straits in the Southern Palace. I heard that there were large areas of chrysanthemums in the Qinliang Hall of the Southern Palace, and the chrysanthemums bloomed extremely brightly. Tan Xian felt itchy, so at noon one day while Concubine Qin was taking a nap, he slipped away to Qinliang Hall with a big bucket, stole a big bucket of chrysanthemums and went back to make wine. Concubine Qin woke up from her nap and saw that the chrysanthemums she had carefully cared for day and night were ruined, so she cried and ran to Huo Zhizhen for comfort. In the evening, Huo Zhizhen went to Tan Xian's place. She looked at the big vat placed in the hall and scolded: "Who asked you to steal other people's chrysanthemums?!" Tan Xian knelt down with a plop: "I have realized my mistake. I will never do it again next time." "What's wrong?" "My sin, I was wrong because I shouldn't have stolen Concubine Qin's flowers." "Wrong!" Huo Zhizhen slammed the table, frightening Tan Xian's body to tremble. "You don't even call me me for such good things, do you think of me as the Supreme Being of the Ninth Five-Year Plan?!" "..." Huo Zhizhen pinched a piece of freshly made chrysanthemum cake, took a bite and chewed slowly: "Go back and call Honghua and the others and get a bigger bucket. You have too little in this vat." "..." Okay, you are the Supreme Being of the Ninth Five-Year Plan.