Concubine Fang's expression made Xiao Jizi shiver with dread, fearing she might again pine for sour poems or feel like weeping. But this time he was wrong, for, swept up in her own joy, Concubine Fang had forgotten to cry.
Upon hearing that Lian Hua intended to trade for silver, the other concubines could not help but look down on her a bit. Beauty Lian was indeed favored, but somewhat lacking in sophistication. Most of their jewelry was specially made by the palace, not common trinkets that could be bought and sold. Thinking this way, they felt a bit better. Yet the thought of these jewels soon no longer being theirs made their hearts ache with a bleeding sorrow.
Seeing Kong Yinyin's hesitation, Lian Hua bluntly revealed her strategy, "Oh dear Xiao Yinyi, Sister Fang and I will split these beaded hairpins and jewelry, and I won't share them with you. When we trade them for silver later with the other sisters, don't you cry for getting less."
