Zhou Yunshen lifted his leg and kicked Zhou Xun in the thigh. "Speak properly. Why are you being so evasive?"
"Yes, yes, Uncle, you're right to scold me! But handkerchiefs and embroidered pouches are far too personal. I do have some folding fans and calligraphy that I could give Auntie."
Jiang Shuyue: [Wait, he called me Auntie? Do I look that old?]
Huahua: [Didn't you hear Zhou Xun call Zhou Yunshen Uncle? His grandfather is Zhou Yunshen's grandfather's younger cousin. The families are related, but your father-in-law was wild and unrestrained and rarely kept in touch with his relatives, so they don't visit much.]
Jiang Shuyue: [They're both Zhous, from the same bloodline, but my husband is obviously much better-looking. Is it because my mother-in-law was beautiful?]
Zhou Xun had never met the previous Marchioness of Zhennan either, but he had heard that both her looks and her background were ordinary.
He wasn't in a position to comment.
Still, he knew his own limits. How could he dare compare his looks with his uncle's?
"If you like them, Auntie, I'll have someone deliver them tomorrow."
"Yes, yes! What about you two?"
The other two scholars looked troubled. "Our families aren't as well-off as Brother Zhou's. How about we write a few pieces of calligraphy for you, my lady?"
Huahua: [These two are renowned talents with quite a reputation among the scholars. People say the Literary Star has possessed them. Many people want their calligraphy so their children can bask in a little of their good fortune.]
Jiang Shuyue: [Then I've really stumbled upon a treasure!]
"Yes, yes! I'll wait at home, then. Remember to write the characters bigger-ideally big enough to see from ten feet away!"
The two smiled and nodded.
Only after Zhou Yunshen left with Jiang Shuyue did