'A bunch of bachelors trying to lecture me? What do they know?'
'The dangling pearl hairpin in Wanqing's hair was a New Year's gift he'd prepared for her. He had drawn her eyebrows himself, and he had helped her put on her clothes, piece by piece.'
Zhao Jing said of Wang Jun and De'an, "They can't even sort out their own affairs, yet they come to lecture me. Look at how capable they think they are."
Chen Wanqing smiled faintly. "Jing, that's a bit harsh."
"They brought it on themselves... Wanqing, they're selling sweet soup over there. Would you like a bowl?"
"Let's not. I'm not thirsty. Besides, if I drink too much, what if I need to... later?"
"Then we won't."
The two of them spotted a stall up ahead that was completely surrounded by a crowd and followed the flow of people toward it.
It turned out to be a fortune-telling stall. The fortune teller had a banner set up next to him with the words "Nine out of ten fortunes are wrong."
'Nine out of ten fortunes are wrong?'
