There were about twenty palace ladies in the courtyard laughing so hard that their shoulders were shaking. A young eunuch in the front row turned red in the face and asked in a thin voice: "Mr. Jiang, then... What if the other party is a stone? You can't also ogle the stone, right?"
Jiang Yi closed the silk fan with a snap, and walked to the half-person-high Taihu stone in the corner of the courtyard. Suddenly his waist softened, and he was only half an inch away from the stone. As his eyes wandered, he stretched out his hand and gently twisted it on the stone. His voice was so soft that he could squeeze out water: "Brother Shi, your skin is really smooth. It's tenderer than the faces of the ladies in the Chuxiu Palace. It's just a little cold - how about I cover it for you?"
