Fu Qiu had always accepted her lot in life.
When she was a child, a blind man read her fortune through bone-weighing and said her bones were light, her fate was lowly, and that in this life she could only sell her body.
As it happened, her family was going through hard times, so her father simply sold her to a brothel.
When she was still young and first put on display, the madam said that although she was beautiful, her face carried a pitiful, sorrowful look, and the customers she attracted would never be decent men.
Sure enough, every few days, she suffered another bout of abuse.
By middle age, her looks had withered, and she married a merchant. The neighbors said her thin lips and fox-like eyes meant she would never be the faithful sort.
Before long, rumors were flying everywhere. The merchant could not bear it, and on a rainy night, he drove her out of the house.
Even so, she never hated anyone. She only hated that her own fate was so poor.
As she lay on the verge of death, the Old Blind Man happened to pass by drunk, bragging to the crowd.
“Twenty years ago, I saw a little girl in another town. She was so young, but she already had the looks to topple a kingdom.
“So I pretended to be blind, did a bone-weighing for her, and told her she had a lowly fate-that in this life, she could only become a whore.
“And guess what? Her whole family believed me!”
