"Want to be your concubine?"
"No." One-word poem - escape.
"Pack up and move into the palace to become a concubine?"
"No." Three-character poem - Caught.
"Are you ready to be buried?"
"No." A five-character poem - I will deliver the imperial edict.
When the army approached the city, she was ordered to face the danger. She disguised herself and sent a secret edict, begging him to withdraw his troops.
That man was full of disdain and indifference.
After the deed was done, the man went back on his word. "Sister-in-law, I haven't finished reminiscing with you yet, where should I go in a hurry?
Intention: pure love