Yueyao no longer paid attention to Yuehuan's lipstick improvement endeavors; she was always absorbed in the painting she had created at Tian Zhuang, longing to recapture the feeling of that day, but alas, it was to no avail.
Yueyao shook her head with a smile, "It seems that painting, like writing poetry, requires an integration of emotion and scene; one must immerse oneself to find that feeling."
Time flew and before long, it was Ma Peng's wedding day. Nanny Deng mentioned Ma Peng's wedding to Yueyao, speaking of Eldest Miss Zhuang's dowry consisting of one hundred and twenty-eight bearers, which was the highest amount traditionally seen in common marriages. The bride price was also one hundred and twenty-eight bearers, but although the number of trunks was the same, they had been remade to be twice as large as the ones sent for the bride price, signifying that the dowry itself equaled one hundred and twenty-eight bearers as well—a truly grand gesture.
