In the year when I was at my most spineless, the Noble Consort called me oversensitive.
That very night, I took a rope to her bedchamber, intending to hang myself beside her bed.
Fortunately, she found me in time and rescued me in tears.
Later, a beauty newly arrived at the palace called me as stupid as a pig.
I said nothing.
I simply took out my rope.
The Noble Consort said nothing either.
She just kept slapping her.
“Even I daren’t scold her.
Who do you think you are?”