"As a Result of the Close Aide Continuing to Speak Harshly to the Master Who Was Drowning in Love"

In the end, it's a story about how it's futile to warn the master that he's no good. Or it's a story about how, because it was futile, an unexpected blessing fell from the shelf. Or it's a story about how they were both harboring unrequited love for each other. I'm also posting this on Alphapolis.