When another servant, Number Four, heard this, he immediately asked curiously, "Could it be that your young master bought that purple chrysanthemum from the capital?"
He had just returned from an errand, so he wasn't too sure.
Number Five smiled bitterly. "Yes, it's that purple chrysanthemum. My young master spent a few hundred taels to buy it."
"Not only is the color no longer purple, but it also seems to be withering. My young master's heart aches so much."
Number Four could not help but ask, "Then why don't you look for the seller?"
Number Five said helplessly, "The flower was already wittering. From Nanxi County to the capital, even if we traveled via the river, it would still take about half a month.
"If the road was more bumpy, the flowers would probably die along the way before we reached the capital.
