Jiang Mubai laughed heartily again, his beard shaking with his laughter.
Ms. Ge scolded, "Look at you grinning ear to ear. Little Seventh Sister gives you a few compliments and you take it to heart. Don't keep praising him, Seventh Sister. Who knows what he'll do next? Tomorrow, he might start giving out his calligraphy everywhere. He's a General. People can't reject him easily. Accepting it, on the other hand, means they must offer something in return. Isn't this putting them in a difficult position?"
"What nonsense?" the General flares, "I'm not the one asking for their money. They insist on giving it! If I refuse, it's akin to refusing their goodwill!"
Ms. Ge scoffs, "Little Seventh, hear this man. Can you believe him? If you're so capable, why not gift your writing to the Emperor and the Crown Prince? Let's see if they're eager to pay for it."
