
The day I was born, the midwife's hand slipped, she almost dropped me, then tripped, knocked out two teeth. At three, my father wanted a concubine. I pointed at the sedan chair, its bottom gave way, leaving the concubine stuck. Thus, I became known as a jinx. To protect his post, my father sent me to the palace and presented me to the Tyrant, who was said to kill without batting an eye.