The Cold Lady Washes the Foot of the Male Servant

The moment I returned home, under the light, I saw Shen Sizhu's servant lying on the wedding bed covered with red dates and longans. The always dignified Miss Shen was kneeling to pinch his feet, and there was a brand new golden sword on the table. At noon today, I exchanged all my savings for gold bars as a dowry to marry Shen Sizhu. She answered happily, but slapped me mercilessly when I opened my mouth. Shen Sizhu's eyes were full of disdain: "You can't even pee if you can't afford a bronze mirror!" "He is indeed a stupid idiot born and raised by untouchables, and he can't even get any publicity!" I suddenly felt that my careful obedience to her request to prohibit intermarriage within the house during the past five years seemed like a joke. At dawn the next day, I sent a letter to my father: "I admit defeat and invite myself to return to the palace and become an official."