Summary
my husband returned to the capital after a great victory at the border, and by his side was a female strategist disguised as a man.
on her first night in the residence, my husband insisted on dragging the young strategist – a woman disguised as a man – into an all-night conversation over tea.
“tonight’s a brothers’ gathering – no women around, so we can really let loose!”
“women in this world only care about fighting over men – their outlook is painfully narrow!”
“listen: unless I give my permission, none of you are to sneak off and find lovers. I don’t want you idiots getting tricked by some she-devil.” (note: ‘she-devil’ is a derogatory term for a manipulative woman)
seeing this, I pushed the door open, tears streaking my face like pear blossoms in the rain, looking delicate and fragile:
“darling, it’s thundering and I’m so scared…”
doesn’t this time-traveling woman know that a green tea (slang: a seemingly innocent but manipulative woman) is tailor-made to entangle men like that?