When I was sixteen, my father sent me to Western Zhou as a gift. For seven years there, I endured torment and humiliation. The emperor of Western Zhou once tore my dress while we were separated by a screen, then forced himself on me. Another time, he made me wear a gauzy dress that covered nothing and walk over shards of porcelain, each step leaving a lotus-shaped trail of blood. I broke my own spirit, crushed my pride, and did whatever it took to please him. All just to stay alive.
