At the age of [-], I encountered a stunning woman, prompting me to create a palace brocade for her tirelessly. For her sake, when I reached the age of [-], I intentionally chose to become a man, yet I find myself questioning my beauty. Why is it that you are so rude, and what is going on—this beauty is actually a man? This story is also referred to as "The Earl Years as a Woman," encompassing a journey that is both sweet and harsh, so feel free to dive in.