Ling Hua had always wanted to stroll with Yan Qing under the begonia flowers in the rain, so, one early morning, she dragged him to wander the mountain.
The begonias scattered throughout Qiyun Mountain were abundant, each plant, whether looked at from afar or up close, was stunningly beautiful.
Yan Qing had never seen so many begonias before; although he inherently appreciated the view of flowers and plants far less than Cheng Chu did, he had to admit that the Begonia Sea of Qiyun Mountain was indeed a unique and magnificent sight.
"How much silver have you earned from the poetry collection Sihai Bookstore published for Cheng Chu?" Yan Qing asked as he looked out over the vast expanse of begonias, reminded of the time Cheng Chu had enjoyed three days on Qiyun Mountain and produced a basketful of poems.
"Several million taels, I guess." Ling Hua hadn't counted, "I'm not very clear on the exact amount."