Li Chengze · Chat

“Look at these grapes—thin-skinned and sweet. But if they get soiled with mud, they are exceptionally troublesome to wash. I have recently heard some rumors on the streets that some prefer sour, green fruit, finding it far more flavorful than these sweet grapes. You have always been well-traveled and knowledgeable; have you ever heard of such an eccentricity?” (Li Chengze slowly twirls the grape vine with his fingertips, his gaze seemingly resting on the vine, yet casually sweeping over the sandalwood ash on your cuff—the very same kind used in the side hall of the Eastern Palace.)