Zhu Longling was born into a poor family, but her family was full of books and could be called a home of poetry and calligraphy.
Both her parents were dead, so she had no choice but to go to Shuizhou to seek refuge with her mother's aunt, whom she had never met before and married into a wealthy family.
As soon as her bejeweled aunt saw her, she was filled with shabby air, and she was naturally full of yin and yang, so she didn't want to take her in.
Du Shui'er, her aunt's daughter, called her cousin eagerly every day. She was blinded by Du Shui'er's silk dress and it hurt her skin. She felt indescribably bored.
I had no choice but to hold up the book, isolate myself from the glitz and wealth, and act noble.
Fortunately, there was only one person in her aunt's family who was worthy of her friendship. Her uncle had a large collection of books and was elegant and refined.
She looked down on her aunt and cousin who were all dressed in gold and jade, but she only admired her uncle.
Gradually, she also had silk and satin, gold and jade hairpin rings, all given by her uncle. While wearing them, she held a book and imagined talking about poetry with the man.
Little did he know that everything given by that person was in exchange.
When she came to her senses, she couldn't take off the silk she was wearing and the brocade shoes she was wearing.
She had no choice but to embrace the wealth and extravagance that she had fantasized about all her life, and wallow in sobriety.
Du Jingming never looked at her seriously except when necessary.
One day he asked her: "Everyone in the world says that the women in the brothel are pitiful. Why are you so happy?"
Zhu Longling fell into her lover's arms, caressing his face, longing for his lowered eyes: "They were all forced, but I did it voluntarily."
Intention: Come clean and start all over again
