Qing Huan was determined to become a big shot, but had no choice but to bow to reality. Disguised as a man, she became a certain man's personal attendant. The man said, "You'er, my back is sore. Come massage it for me." As he spoke, he reached toward Qing Huan with his wicked pig's trotter. Qing Huan: (darkly) "My lord, we can talk as men without getting handsy." The man pulled Qing Huan into his arms. "Oh, is that so? Since we're both men, then let's sleep together tonight." Fine, if she couldn't become a big shot, then she'd become the big shot's woman.
