Sending Yun Jiao back to Xianfu Palace, Xie Zhixing gave her the New Year's money he had prepared in advance.
A fortune, prosperity, and longevity embroidered pouch, stuffed full, indicating how much was inside.
After glancing at her, Xie Zhixing said, "You can open it now."
Yun Jiao gave it a little shake, and a chubby golden ingot tumbled from it into her palm, gleaming brightly and splendidly joyous. Throughout the New Year, she received various gifts continuously, so many that she couldn't even look at them all, sometimes having a eunuch read the list, and often falling asleep as he read, thus feeling no real sense of fortune. Holding a large golden ingot in hand brought a very tangible sense of satisfaction: "So auspicious, Your Majesty, I really like this."
