In the blink of an eye, Ming Rui's eldest daughter's three-day ceremony was over. The little girl looked different every day, glowing more radiant, having been well-nurtured in the womb. Zhulan liked to come over when she had time.
Zhulan came out from the second wife's quarters to stroll in the garden, and saw her youngest son, accompanied by a young servant, ready to go out, "Where are you going?"
Chang Xhong took out an invitation, "Gu Sheng has moved to a new house and sent a card to invite people over to celebrate. We're going for a drink today."
Zhulan, "Moved houses?"
"Yes, Gu Sheng moved to an area where low-rank officials gather. It's said he spent five hundred taels to buy the place."
"He's quite good at saving silver."
Five hundred taels is no small amount; I wonder how many paintings Gu Sheng sold.
Chang Xhong knew more, "He became a Tanhua; people have been asking for his paintings, and during the days after his name was on the golden list, he sold quite a few."
