The serene high walls and deep courtyard, the spacious chambers and dwellings, together encircle the domain of power. Just like the vermilion gate, it is certainly not something ordinary families can possess or dare to possess. Even truly wealthy sea merchants, in this thriving Ming Dynasty, do not dare to transgress in matters of clothing, food, and living. Because although the laws of the Ming Dynasty appear vague and lenient, oftentimes ignored, when the time comes for scrutiny and accountability, it will be like Taishan crumbling the local tyrants.
"Li Wenxi's Collection? Mr. Pu'an, Li Chun? I seem to have heard my mentor Mr. Liu Daxia mention, saying in his youth, he studied under Mr. Pu'an with great respect..."
Shi Wende's gaze flickered; the extent of what he knows about Li Chun, the top scholar in the first year of Tianshun, was just this much. The gate to the officialdom was always only slightly ajar to him, the descendant of sea merchants.
