The Young Lady of a Prominent Farming Family

Carved eaves and ornate homes, the refuge of a noble family. She thought she was a farmer’s daughter, never knowing she belonged to the Su family. Its wealth and glory were no more than fleeting clouds. She yielded at every turn, yet was repeatedly bullied. She fought back at every turn, yet nothing went her way. She plotted and planned, but it all came to nothing. She would carve out a flower-strewn road for herself. Those who betrayed and harmed her would pay back twice over! In this mortal world, in the end, even the most glorious flowers must fall into loneliness. She asked, “Who will take my hand and ease the loneliness of half my life? Who will steady my shoulder and dispel the silence of all my years?” He asked in return, “When my hair turns white and my face grows old, will you still hold both my hands with the same boundless tenderness?” She smiled. “We promised to stay together for a hundred years. If either of us dies at ninety-seven, the other will wait three years at the Bridge of the Netherworld.”