When Li Chiyu was ten, she hugged the plum wine her mother had made and glared at the boy trying to snatch it from her. Xie Linxun could only laugh helplessly. When he got home, he had an entire grove of plum trees planted on his estate.
Seven years later, they met again in a brothel. A beauty was singing nearby, and he was caught red-handed. Xie Linxun explained, “Actually, I’m not here for fun.”
At the emperor’s birthday banquet, an envoy from a neighboring country came to offer congratulations. The Princess of Chen took a liking to young master Xie and kept pestering him. Xie Linxun said, “I, Xie, already have someone in my heart. Perhaps the princess might consider one of the many fine young men in my country?”
