The high walls and deep courtyard locks are beautiful, and the beautiful lips are bent. The bed tent is red and the river is overturned. In the early spring of that year, the sun happened to be right in front of the Zhao Mansion in Jinzhou City. A carriage was stopped. When Zhao Xingyuan was holding a baby girl in his hand and appeared in Zhao Mansion in dust, there were groups of girls and women in the inner courtyard. This is my young girl, Zhao Shuyu, from now on, she is the fourth lady of the Zhao Mansion, take good care of her.