In the courtyard stood a spring jujube tree, growing against the season. It was now laden with fruit, its red jujubes weighing the branches down until they nearly touched the ground.
Chongxuan Sheng walked over, casually plucked a handful, gave several to Jiang Wang, and ate as they walked.
The courtyards of Marquis of Bowang's Mansion ran deep and far.
When Jiang Wang had first arrived in Linzi, the sight of it had been like seeing the sea.
If they truly wished to host some grand banquet, its scale would only surpass, never fall below, the wedding feast at Earl of Shuofang's Mansion three months ago.
After all, this was one of Great Qi's foremost Name Gates. With three marquises in a single family, they were at the height of their power, surpassing the Bao Clan by more than a head.
Of course, today was a private banquet, with scarcely any outsiders present.
Following the old steward through corridors and around corners, they arrived at the main hall, where Chongxuan Yunbo was chatting merrily with a middle-aged-looking man.
"Hahaha, speak of the devil and he appears! We were just talking about him, and back he comes!" the old lord laughed heartily.
He beckoned. "Come, come, Sheng, Green Sheep, greet Doctor Ye!"
The guest at Marquis of Bowang's Mansion today was Ye Henshui, a Court Consultant of the Administration Hall.
He was highly renowned in literary circles, and especially skilled in green memorials.
Green memorials, also called verdant petitions, were ceremonial texts used to pray to the blue heavens and submit reports to the emperors of ages past. They took their name from the vermilion-red words written upon Green Vine paper.
Their sole pursuit was ornate prose, to illuminate the splendor of a flourishing age.
And Ye Henshui happened to possess