When Xue Baochai was a child, she often disguised herself as a boy and followed her father around. Once she met a lame Taoist priest and concluded that if she were a woman, she would be a highly respected minister and would be extremely valuable. After saying that, he sighed and drifted away.
I met a leprosy-headed monk again and gave him eight Chinese characters chiselled on a gold vessel. He had to be a woman with jade to match.
Baochai wearing boy's clothes: ... Are you sick? It's unreliable. It's unreliable.
Purpose: If you look for a good match in the Red Mansion, Mr. Xue will be the perfect match for Concubine Xiang
I will keep waiting, keep waiting, keep waiting. . . . . . . . . [Biting handkerchief] [biting handkerchief] [biting handkerchief]