Nie Zhan returned home and found Lu Jiaxin's face brimming with smiles, "What's so delightful? Share it with me so I can be happy too."
Lu Jiaxin's face beamed as she said, "The seal has arrived. I've placed it in the bedroom, hoping I'll be able to amass a great fortune just like its first owner did."
Of course, just amassing wealth would be fine, no need to learn from Emperor Yongzheng's work ethic. Working sixteen hours a day, with only just over two hours of sleep—it was truly waking earlier than the chickens and sleeping later than the dogs. His death at fifty-eight was surely due to exhaustion.
Nie Zhan was not clear on Chinese history, but seeing Lu Jiaxin take such pleasure in it, he smiled and said, "You like those old things so much, we might as well open an antique shop in the Forty-nine City and collect these rare items."
