The minister, looking at Ch’un-yue, said:  “The King, my master, has brought you to this remote region in order to give his daughter in marriage to you.”  “How could I, a poor useless wretch,” replied Ch’un-yue, “have ever aspired to such honour?” With these words both proceeded toward the audience-chamber, passing through a hall lined with soldiers, among whom, to his great joy and surprise, Ch’un-yue recognized an old friend of his former drinking days, to whom he did not, however, then venture to speak; and, following the Prime Minister, he was ushered into the King’s presence.  The King, a man of noble bearing and imposing stature, was dressed in plain silk, a jewelled crown reposing on his head.  Ch’un-yue was so awe-stricken that he was powerless even to look up, and the attendants on either side were obliged to remind him to make his prostrations.  The King, addressing him, said:  “Your father, small as my kingdom is, did not disdain to promise that you should marry my daughter.”  Ch’un-yue could not utter a word; he merely lay prostrate on the ground.  After a few moments he was taken back to his apartments, and he busied his thoughts in trying to discover what all this meant.  “My father,” he said to himself, “fought on the northern frontier, and was taken prisoner; but whether his life was saved or not I don’t know.  It may be that this affair was settled while he was in those distant regions.”

That same night preparations were made for the marriage; and the rooms and passages were filled with damsels who passed and repassed, filling the air with the sound of their dancing and music.  They surrounded Ch’un-yue and kept up a constant fire of witty remarks, while he sat there overcome by their grace and beauty, unable to say a word.  “Do you remember,” said one of them, coming up to Ch’un-yue, “the other day when with the Lady Ling-chi I was listening to the service in the courtyard of a temple, and while I, with all the other girls, was sitting on the window step, you came up to us, talking nonsense, and trying to get up a flirtation?  Don’t you remember how we tied a handkerchief on the stem of a bamboo?” Then she continued:  “Another time at a temple, when I threw down two gold hairpins and an ivory box as an offering, you asked the priest to let you look at the things, and after admiring them for a long time you turned toward me, and said that neither the gifts nor the donor were of this world; and you wanted to know my name, and where I lived, but I wouldn’t tell you; and then you gazed on me so tenderly, and could not take your eyes off me.  You remember this, without doubt?” “I have ever treasured the recollection in my heart; how could I possibly forget it?” was Ch’un-yue’s reply, whereat all the maidens exclaimed that they had never expected to see him in their midst on this joyful occasion.

At this moment three men came up to Ch’un-yue and stated that they had been appointed his ministers.  He stepped up to one of them and asked him if his name was not Tzu-hua.  “It is,” was the reply; whereupon Ch’un-yue, taking him by the hands, recalled to him their old friendship, and questioned him as to how he had found his way to this spot.  He then proceeded to ask him if Chou-pien was also here.  “He is,” replied the other, “and holding very high office; he has often used his influence on my behalf.”