Chapter 46
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Xia Yujin happily went out on a stroll, turning a deaf ear to the teasing of his bad friends and the pedantic scholars. He was wondering, what exactly should I do tonight?
First, he would persuade her to drink two cups of wine with him. Once it’d warmed her inside and she wasn’t all that clear-headed anymore, he would first spill some wine on her skirt, then take her back to the room, and wipe it off while apologizing. He could reach for her legs as he cleaned and cop a feel; the more he touched, the more pleasurable and the hotter it would get, and he would slowly tease her skirt up, until he finally undressed her and got to the good part. Even if his wife wasn’t very beautiful, she had a great body. That waist, those legs! He could get excited with only a glance. To say nothing of the back view! As long as he made her understand who was on top of whom, the future promised to be…
So good. So very good.
Xia Yujin rubbed his hands, overcome with desire. Next to him, his dirty-minded friend, who knew him well, curiously asked, “Your Highness, are you going to the brothel later?”
“Don’t speak if you can’t say anything good!” Xia Yujin waved him off. “I’ll be going home.”
The friend suddenly understood. “Your Highness, are you rehabilitated at home?”
“Fuck off!” said Xia Yujin.
After he walked around for more than a shichen and ate a lot of peanuts, Xishuai urgently came to find him. “Master, she’s back.”
“Good!” Xia Yujin jumped up and, under the suspicious gazes of his friends, rushed into a sedan chair, coolly commanding, “Go back home, slowly. No need to hurry.”
The prince of Nanping’s residence, eastern courtyard, under the bright moon. Moonlight spilled over the water, gleaming in the clear ripples. The morning star shone and a cool breeze blew through the treetops, leaves rustling. The faint smell of sandalwood spread from the water pavilion. The jars of wine were opened, and it seemed like someone had already drank two cups, but Ye Zhao was nowhere to be seen.
“Anyone here?” Xia Yujin turned around, looking everywhere.
“Here!” Ye Zhao popped up from the top of the banyan tree, holding her hip flask, and waved him up. “Come up?”
Xia Yujin gestured to the tall tree, comparing it to his own build. “No way!” he said firmly.
Ye Zhao, considerate, threw down a rope ladder. “The view’s great.”
Very pleased that she finally understood she didn’t have to show off her qinggong in front of her husband, Xia Yujin climbed up with great dignity.
At the top of the three, two planks had been joined together. There were placed two cups of wine, a jar of wine, and several small plates. From the tree, they could look over the tenliof the bustling great streets of the capital, filled with lights and packed with passers-by. The view was entirely different from the one they usually had when walking in the streets.
“Cold?” The wind was blowing quite strongly and it was a little cool, so Ye Zhao attentively handed him a cloak.
“It’s fine.” Xia Yujin thought it over, then put on the cloak, knowing himself, and sat down next to her. When he turned his head to look, he saw that Ye Zhao had let down her hair, then loosely held it back. It covered up her strong brows. In the dim light of the night, her skin didn’t look that dark, and she seemed gentler and lovelier than usual. She wore a loose and plain white shirt with a wide-sleeved robe — quite elegant. And under that…
Fuck! Why was she wearing pants!
How could he tease up her pants? How would he touch?
Xia Yujin was aggrieved and indignant. He began to wonder if spilling his wine, then feeling and pulling down his wife’s pants in the name of wiping them off might be considered vulgar.
In the end, he reached a conclusion: his wife lacked all and any sensitivity!
At his side, Ye Zhao was also lost in thought.
That day in the military camp, her brothers-in-arms brainstormed and taught her various ways to handle her husband, according to their own personal experience. Among them was a commander named Hai; his wife used to be the most popular courtesan in Juping garrison in the Northern Desert. Even when he was a common, poor soldier, she saw more in him and firmly believed he was no ordinary man. She fought to the death for him. Touched by her part in the defense of the Northern Desert, he redeemed her to marry her, and she started handling his house and taking care of his family. She also gave birth to two plumb babies. It was at a time when a soldier’s life was a precarious thing, and most women weren’t willing to take them as husbands. Commander Hai was very grateful; once he achieved success in his career, he didn’t forget about his wife, who had been at his side through every hardship, and petitioned that she be granted the fifth rank.[1] The love and affection between this couple became a much-told tale.
Commander Hai was also the first of Ye Zhao’s peers who fought with her. He was sincerely admiring of her strength and their friendship was one for which he would risk his life. Thus, after he learned of Ye Zhao’s difficulties, he immediately and without hesitating slapped his chest, asking for instructions, and secretly had his wife come there from home. He dragged the general by the hand into a room, to the delight of all the men, and there asked his wife to teach her all the techniques that other women turned up their noses at.
His wife, following the command, taught her all she knew.
Ye Zhao studied very attentively.
Thanks to her martial arts education, Ye Zhao was naturally talented at anything that required physical movement and coordination. If she’d mastered one thing, she could master a hundred.
Her body was naturally very flexible and strong in every way possible. She understood without needing to be told or just after the first explanation, she was able to draw inferences from just one example and, more importantly, she wasn’t shy! Very pleased, Lady Hai praised her again and again, sighing when she remembered the hardships of teaching that group of silly little girls when she was at Cuihong House.
Ye Zhao stole a glance at Xia Yujin, more nervous than the first time she’d killed a man.
Relying on her previous experience in killing by dim mak,[2] she roughly analyzed his figure, only hesitating at how many cups of wine she needed to make him go dizzy and lower his guard without completely losing consciousness. Then she would place him down on the bed and practice the skills Lady Hai had taught her.
The two of them were so concentrated on their respective schemes that they drank five or six cups and got a little drunk.
Xia Yujin decided to break the silence. “What are you thinking about?”
“You,” Ye Zhao answered honestly.
When Xia Yujin heard those blunt words, he felt his face warm up. “Girls should be more reserved!” he reprimanded her lightly.
Ye Zhao hastily lowered her head. “Ah,” she drawled.
“Not too reserved!” Xia Yujin said again, seeing that her expression was so serious that he wouldn’t be able to start anywhere.
Ye Zhao looked up, a little confused.
Xia Yujin sighed. “About the divorce… forget it,” he said softly.
Eyes flashing, Ye Zhao quickly suppressed the smile at the corner of her mouth, leaving only a look of surprise.
Puffing out his chest, Xia Yujin hastened to explain, “It’s because I’m kind-hearted! I’m a good person! I’m afraid that after you divorce you’ll have to marry an even more wretched guy or an old fellow! It’s absolutely not because I like you! You don’t even look like a woman! So you’re not allowed to take advantage of my weakness or humiliate me in front of everyone! Otherwise, we’ll still divorce!”
“I’ve known you were a good person long ago,” Ye Zhao said with a smile.
Xia Yujin choked. “Don’t talk nonsense,” he said disdainfully. “How could you know who I was before you married me?”
“Of course I knew,” Ye Zhao said. “It wasn’t the first time we met.”
Xia Yujin was stunned. He turned it over in his mind, but he couldn’t remember where he’d seen her. It stood to reason that, with his wife’s imperious looks and imposing manner, anyone who saw her once would have no cause to forget her.
“When?” he asked.
Ye Zhao gave him a half-smile. “Just forget it.”
“If you don’t tell me I’ll have to punish you!” he said, very indecently.
“Come on, then,” Ye Zhao replied, smiling even more indecently, “I won’t speak even under threat of death.”
Xia Yujin immediately got up and rushed towards her, like a hungry wolf pouncing on a tiger. He slipped. Ye Zhao, alarmed, immediately went to his help, easily pulling him in her arms, steadying him.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“The way you’re holding me isn’t!” Xia Yujin stubbornly said. “Let go!”
Ye Zhao was drunk. Her bad habits kicked in; she was holding something very soft, very sweet-smelling, and very comfortable. Playing deaf, she didn’t let go.
“Don’t forget our three ground rules,” Xia Yujin said furiously. “Only I can touch you! You can’t touch me!”
“Then touch me,” Ye Zhao said, ready to compromise.
“Well, how can I touch you if you don’t let go!” he shouted, looking down.
Ye Zhao raised her head, just enough to kiss him on the lips, and pressed softly. “I’ll help you.”
There was a glint in his wife’s eyes which promised nothing good.
It seemed like… she was licking his lips?
Me gripping them both by the neck and bonking their heads together: communicate!!
[1 ↑] Noblewomen and wives of officials were divided into 7 ranks, according to their husband’s rank (1 to 9). The only handy source I have is about the Qing dynasty (17th c. – 20th c.) but the rank system predates it.
[2 ↑] Lit. 点穴 diǎnxué, a style of martial arts which consists in hitting people’s acupoints to kill them.
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Xia Yujin happily went out on a stroll, turning a deaf ear to the teasing of his bad friends and the pedantic scholars. He was wondering, what exactly should I do tonight?
First, he would persuade her to drink two cups of wine with him. Once it’d warmed her inside and she wasn’t all that clear-headed anymore, he would first spill some wine on her skirt, then take her back to the room, and wipe it off while apologizing. He could reach for her legs as he cleaned and cop a feel; the more he touched, the more pleasurable and the hotter it would get, and he would slowly tease her skirt up, until he finally undressed her and got to the good part. Even if his wife wasn’t very beautiful, she had a great body. That waist, those legs! He could get excited with only a glance. To say nothing of the back view! As long as he made her understand who was on top of whom, the future promised to be…
So good. So very good.
Xia Yujin rubbed his hands, overcome with desire. Next to him, his dirty-minded friend, who knew him well, curiously asked, “Your Highness, are you going to the brothel later?”
“Don’t speak if you can’t say anything good!” Xia Yujin waved him off. “I’ll be going home.”
The friend suddenly understood. “Your Highness, are you rehabilitated at home?”
“Fuck off!” said Xia Yujin.
After he walked around for more than a shichen and ate a lot of peanuts, Xishuai urgently came to find him. “Master, she’s back.”
“Good!” Xia Yujin jumped up and, under the suspicious gazes of his friends, rushed into a sedan chair, coolly commanding, “Go back home, slowly. No need to hurry.”
The prince of Nanping’s residence, eastern courtyard, under the bright moon. Moonlight spilled over the water, gleaming in the clear ripples. The morning star shone and a cool breeze blew through the treetops, leaves rustling. The faint smell of sandalwood spread from the water pavilion. The jars of wine were opened, and it seemed like someone had already drank two cups, but Ye Zhao was nowhere to be seen.
“Anyone here?” Xia Yujin turned around, looking everywhere.
“Here!” Ye Zhao popped up from the top of the banyan tree, holding her hip flask, and waved him up. “Come up?”
Xia Yujin gestured to the tall tree, comparing it to his own build. “No way!” he said firmly.
Ye Zhao, considerate, threw down a rope ladder. “The view’s great.”
Very pleased that she finally understood she didn’t have to show off her qinggong in front of her husband, Xia Yujin climbed up with great dignity.
At the top of the three, two planks had been joined together. There were placed two cups of wine, a jar of wine, and several small plates. From the tree, they could look over the tenliof the bustling great streets of the capital, filled with lights and packed with passers-by. The view was entirely different from the one they usually had when walking in the streets.
“Cold?” The wind was blowing quite strongly and it was a little cool, so Ye Zhao attentively handed him a cloak.
“It’s fine.” Xia Yujin thought it over, then put on the cloak, knowing himself, and sat down next to her. When he turned his head to look, he saw that Ye Zhao had let down her hair, then loosely held it back. It covered up her strong brows. In the dim light of the night, her skin didn’t look that dark, and she seemed gentler and lovelier than usual. She wore a loose and plain white shirt with a wide-sleeved robe — quite elegant. And under that…
Fuck! Why was she wearing pants!
How could he tease up her pants? How would he touch?
Xia Yujin was aggrieved and indignant. He began to wonder if spilling his wine, then feeling and pulling down his wife’s pants in the name of wiping them off might be considered vulgar.
In the end, he reached a conclusion: his wife lacked all and any sensitivity!
At his side, Ye Zhao was also lost in thought.
That day in the military camp, her brothers-in-arms brainstormed and taught her various ways to handle her husband, according to their own personal experience. Among them was a commander named Hai; his wife used to be the most popular courtesan in Juping garrison in the Northern Desert. Even when he was a common, poor soldier, she saw more in him and firmly believed he was no ordinary man. She fought to the death for him. Touched by her part in the defense of the Northern Desert, he redeemed her to marry her, and she started handling his house and taking care of his family. She also gave birth to two plumb babies. It was at a time when a soldier’s life was a precarious thing, and most women weren’t willing to take them as husbands. Commander Hai was very grateful; once he achieved success in his career, he didn’t forget about his wife, who had been at his side through every hardship, and petitioned that she be granted the fifth rank.[1] The love and affection between this couple became a much-told tale.
Commander Hai was also the first of Ye Zhao’s peers who fought with her. He was sincerely admiring of her strength and their friendship was one for which he would risk his life. Thus, after he learned of Ye Zhao’s difficulties, he immediately and without hesitating slapped his chest, asking for instructions, and secretly had his wife come there from home. He dragged the general by the hand into a room, to the delight of all the men, and there asked his wife to teach her all the techniques that other women turned up their noses at.
His wife, following the command, taught her all she knew.
Ye Zhao studied very attentively.
Thanks to her martial arts education, Ye Zhao was naturally talented at anything that required physical movement and coordination. If she’d mastered one thing, she could master a hundred.
Her body was naturally very flexible and strong in every way possible. She understood without needing to be told or just after the first explanation, she was able to draw inferences from just one example and, more importantly, she wasn’t shy! Very pleased, Lady Hai praised her again and again, sighing when she remembered the hardships of teaching that group of silly little girls when she was at Cuihong House.
Ye Zhao stole a glance at Xia Yujin, more nervous than the first time she’d killed a man.
Relying on her previous experience in killing by dim mak,[2] she roughly analyzed his figure, only hesitating at how many cups of wine she needed to make him go dizzy and lower his guard without completely losing consciousness. Then she would place him down on the bed and practice the skills Lady Hai had taught her.
The two of them were so concentrated on their respective schemes that they drank five or six cups and got a little drunk.
Xia Yujin decided to break the silence. “What are you thinking about?”
“You,” Ye Zhao answered honestly.
When Xia Yujin heard those blunt words, he felt his face warm up. “Girls should be more reserved!” he reprimanded her lightly.
Ye Zhao hastily lowered her head. “Ah,” she drawled.
“Not too reserved!” Xia Yujin said again, seeing that her expression was so serious that he wouldn’t be able to start anywhere.
Ye Zhao looked up, a little confused.
Xia Yujin sighed. “About the divorce… forget it,” he said softly.
Eyes flashing, Ye Zhao quickly suppressed the smile at the corner of her mouth, leaving only a look of surprise.
Puffing out his chest, Xia Yujin hastened to explain, “It’s because I’m kind-hearted! I’m a good person! I’m afraid that after you divorce you’ll have to marry an even more wretched guy or an old fellow! It’s absolutely not because I like you! You don’t even look like a woman! So you’re not allowed to take advantage of my weakness or humiliate me in front of everyone! Otherwise, we’ll still divorce!”
“I’ve known you were a good person long ago,” Ye Zhao said with a smile.
Xia Yujin choked. “Don’t talk nonsense,” he said disdainfully. “How could you know who I was before you married me?”
“Of course I knew,” Ye Zhao said. “It wasn’t the first time we met.”
Xia Yujin was stunned. He turned it over in his mind, but he couldn’t remember where he’d seen her. It stood to reason that, with his wife’s imperious looks and imposing manner, anyone who saw her once would have no cause to forget her.
“When?” he asked.
Ye Zhao gave him a half-smile. “Just forget it.”
“If you don’t tell me I’ll have to punish you!” he said, very indecently.
“Come on, then,” Ye Zhao replied, smiling even more indecently, “I won’t speak even under threat of death.”
Xia Yujin immediately got up and rushed towards her, like a hungry wolf pouncing on a tiger. He slipped. Ye Zhao, alarmed, immediately went to his help, easily pulling him in her arms, steadying him.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“The way you’re holding me isn’t!” Xia Yujin stubbornly said. “Let go!”
Ye Zhao was drunk. Her bad habits kicked in; she was holding something very soft, very sweet-smelling, and very comfortable. Playing deaf, she didn’t let go.
“Don’t forget our three ground rules,” Xia Yujin said furiously. “Only I can touch you! You can’t touch me!”
“Then touch me,” Ye Zhao said, ready to compromise.
“Well, how can I touch you if you don’t let go!” he shouted, looking down.
Ye Zhao raised her head, just enough to kiss him on the lips, and pressed softly. “I’ll help you.”
There was a glint in his wife’s eyes which promised nothing good.
It seemed like… she was licking his lips?
Me gripping them both by the neck and bonking their heads together: communicate!!
[1 ↑] Noblewomen and wives of officials were divided into 7 ranks, according to their husband’s rank (1 to 9). The only handy source I have is about the Qing dynasty (17th c. – 20th c.) but the rank system predates it.
[2 ↑] Lit. 点穴 diǎnxué, a style of martial arts which consists in hitting people’s acupoints to kill them.
Xia Yujin happily went out on a stroll, turning a deaf ear to the teasing of his bad friends and the pedantic scholars. He was wondering,what exactly should I do tonight?First, he would persuade her to drink two cups of wine with him. Once it'd warmed her inside and she wasn't all that clear-headed anymore, he would first spill some wine on her skirt, then take her back to the room, and wipe it off while apologizing. He could reach for her legs as he cleaned and cop a feel; the more he touched, the more pleasurable and the hotter it would get, and he would slowly tease her skirt up, until he finally undressed her and got to the good part. Even if his wife wasn't very beautiful, she had a great body. That waist, those legs! He could get excited with only a glance. To say nothing of the back view! As long as he made her understand who was on top of whom, the future promised to beSo good. So very good.Xia Yujin rubbed his hands, overcome with desire. Next to him, his dirty-minded friend, who knew him well, curiously asked, Your Highness, are you going to the brothel later?Don't speak if you can't say anything good! Xia Yujin waved him off. I'll be going home.The friend suddenly understood. Your Highness, are you rehabilitated at home?Fuck off! said Xia Yujin.After he walked around for more than ashichenand ate a lot of peanuts, Xishuai urgently came to find him. Master, she's back.Good! Xia Yujin jumped up and, under the suspicious gazes of his friends, rushed into a sedan chair, coolly commanding, Go back home, slowly. No need to hurry.The prince of Nanping's residence, eastern courtyard, under the bright moon. Moonlight spilled over the water, gleaming in the clear ripples. The morning star shone and a cool breeze blew through the treetops, leaves rustling. The faint smell of sandalwood spread from the water pavilion. The jars of wine were opened, and it seemed like someone had already drank two cups, but Ye Zhao was nowhere to be seen.Anyone here? Xia Yujin turned around, looking everywhere.Here! Ye Zhao popped up from the top of the banyan tree, holding her hip flask, and waved him up. Come up?Xia Yujin gestured to the tall tree, comparing it to his own build. No way! he said firmly.Ye Zhao, considerate, threw down a rope ladder. The view's great.Very pleased that she finally understood she didn't have to show off herqinggongin front of her husband, Xia Yujin climbed up with great dignity.At the top of the three, two planks had been joined together. There were placed two cups of wine, a jar of wine, and several small plates. From the tree, they could look over the tenliof the bustling great streets of the capital, filled with lights and packed with passers-by. The view was entirely different from the one they usually had when walking in the streets.Cold? The wind was blowing quite strongly and it was a little cool, so Ye Zhao attentively handed him a cloak.It's fine. Xia Yujin thought it over, then put on the cloak, knowing himself, and sat down next to her. When he turned his head to look, he saw that Ye Zhao had let down her hair, then loosely held it back. It covered up her strong brows. In the dim light of the night, her skin didn't look that dark, and she seemed gentler and lovelier than usual. She wore a loose and plain white shirt with a wide-sleeved robe quite elegant. And under thatFuck! Why was she wearing pants!How could he tease up her pants? How would he touch?Xia Yujin was aggrieved and indignant. He began to wonder if spilling his wine, then feeling and pulling down his wife's pants in the name of wiping them off might be considered vulgar.In the end, he reached a conclusion: his wife lacked all and any sensitivity!At his side, Ye Zhao was also lost in thought.That day in the military camp, her brothers-in-arms brainstormed and taught her various ways to handle her husband, according to their own personal experience. Among them was a commander named Hai; his wife used to be the most popular courtesan in Juping garrison in the Northern Desert. Even when he was a common, poor soldier, she saw more in him and firmly believed he was no ordinary man. She fought to the death for him. Touched by her part in the defense of the Northern Desert, he redeemed her to marry her, and she started handling his house and taking care of his family. She also gave birth to two plumb babies. It was at a time when a soldier's life was a precarious thing, and most women weren't willing to take them as husbands. Commander Hai was very grateful; once he achieved success in his career, he didn't forget about his wife, who had been at his side through every hardship, and petitioned that she be granted the fifth rank.1The love and affection between this couple became a much-told tale.Commander Hai was also the first of Ye Zhao's peers who fought with her. He was sincerely admiring of her strength and their friendship was one for which he would risk his life. Thus, after he learned of Ye Zhao's difficulties, he immediately and without hesitating slapped his chest, asking for instructions, and secretly had his wife come there from home. He dragged the general by the hand into a room, to the delight of all the men, and there asked his wife to teach her all the techniques that other women turned up their noses at.His wife, following the command, taught her all she knew.Ye Zhao studied very attentively.Thanks to her martial arts education, Ye Zhao was naturally talented at anything that required physical movement and coordination. If she'd mastered one thing, she could master a hundred.Her body was naturally very flexible and strong in every way possible. She understood without needing to be told or just after the first explanation, she was able to draw inferences from just one example and, more importantly, she wasn't shy! Very pleased, Lady Hai praised her again and again, sighing when she remembered the hardships of teaching that group of silly little girls when she was at Cuihong House.Ye Zhao stole a glance at Xia Yujin, more nervous than the first time she'd killed a man.Relying on her previous experience in killing bydim mak,2she roughly analyzed his figure, only hesitating at how many cups of wine she needed to make him go dizzy and lower his guard without completely losing consciousness. Then she would place him down on the bed and practice the skills Lady Hai had taught her.The two of them were so concentrated on their respective schemes that they drank five or six cups and got a little drunk.Xia Yujin decided to break the silence. What are you thinking about?You, Ye Zhao answered honestly.When Xia Yujin heard those blunt words, he felt his face warm up. Girls should be more reserved! he reprimanded her lightly.Ye Zhao hastily lowered her head. Ah, she drawled.Not too reserved! Xia Yujin said again, seeing that her expression was so serious that he wouldn't be able to start anywhere.Ye Zhao looked up, a little confused.Xia Yujin sighed. About the divorce forget it, he said softly.Eyes flashing, Ye Zhao quickly suppressed the smile at the corner of her mouth, leaving only a look of surprise.Puffing out his chest, Xia Yujin hastened to explain, It's because I'm kind-hearted! I'm a good person! I'm afraid that after you divorce you'll have to marry an even more wretched guy or an old fellow! It's absolutely not because I like you! You don't even look like a woman! So you're not allowed to take advantage of my weakness or humiliate me in front of everyone! Otherwise, we'll still divorce!I've known you were a good person long ago, Ye Zhao said with a smile.Xia Yujin choked. Don't talk nonsense, he said disdainfully. How could you know who I was before you married me?Of course I knew, Ye Zhao said. It wasn't the first time we met.Xia Yujin was stunned. He turned it over in his mind, but he couldn't remember where he'd seen her. It stood to reason that, with his wife's imperious looks and imposing manner, anyone who saw her once would have no cause to forget her.When? he asked.Ye Zhao gave him a half-smile. Just forget it.If you don't tell me I'll have to punish you! he said, very indecently.Come on, then, Ye Zhao replied, smiling even more indecently, I won't speak even under threat of death.Xia Yujin immediately got up and rushed towards her, like a hungry wolf pouncing on a tiger. He slipped. Ye Zhao, alarmed, immediately went to his help, easily pulling him in her arms, steadying him.Are you alright? she asked.The way you're holding me isn't! Xia Yujin stubbornly said. Let go!Ye Zhao was drunk. Her bad habits kicked in; she was holding something very soft, very sweet-smelling, and very comfortable. Playing deaf, she didn't let go.Don't forget our three ground rules, Xia Yujin said furiously. Only I can touch you! You can't touch me!Then touch me, Ye Zhao said, ready to compromise.Well, how can I touch you if you don't let go! he shouted, looking down.Ye Zhao raised her head, just enough to kiss him on the lips, and pressed softly. I'll help you.There was a glint in his wife's eyes which promised nothing good.It seemed like she was licking his lips?Me gripping them both by the neck and bonking their heads together: communicate!!1 Noblewomen and wives of officials were divided into 7 ranks, according to their husband's rank 1 to 9. The onlyhandy sourceI have is about the Qing dynasty 17th c. 20th c. but the rank system predates it.2 Lit. dinxu, a style of martial arts which consists in hitting people's acupoints to kill them.
