Maomao may be short and scrawny, but she’s also very pretty. She just goes out of her way to look as plain and unexceptional as possible, and we know why: to avoid the attention of most men. But Jinshi has seen her in her plain-ifying “armor” and all dolled up like a high-class courtesan, and he’s smitten. Suiren knows it. Gaoshun knows it. The only one who doesn’t know it is Maomao.
That’s why she has no problem giving Jinshi “the Maomao treatment”, i.e. the makeover that’s more of a makeunder. He wants to look like a commoner, but considering his (probably royal) birth, upbringing, military training, and privileged life, he has no idea how to come off that way. Fortunately, Maomao is as expert at frumpifying beauties as she is mixing medicines.
When all’s said and done, Jinshi, or I should say “Jinka”, has more weathered hair with a plain cloth tie, a darker completion, and a less impressive build … and he’s still a handsome devil. Maomao just knows she was right not to dress him up as a woman instead, for she’d fear it would plunge the nation into war; they’ve been fought for less beautiful women.
While Maomao gets to have a little fun, Suiren gets to have fun with her in turn, transforming her into a well-off young lady and again accentuating a natural beauty and elegance that, now that I’ve heard Lakan’s tale, could well be due to the fact her mother was a comely courtesan. While in town, she gets to drop the -sama for “Jinka”, while he addresses her as ojou-sama—though unfortunately Aoi Yuuki doesn’t bless us with an ojou laugh.
Jinshi is initially upset that their little jaunt into town isn’t filled with more lively conversation, but Maomao simply doesn’t have anything to discuss with him at the moment. That said, both he and we get Maomao at her absolute most adorable when she spots some freshly-made chicken skewers and buys some for the two of them. I’m half surprised her smile wasn’t followed by the sound of a gunshot shooting straight through Jinshi’s heart.
When the chicken is gone, so are the smiles, and Jinshi starts getting the feeling Maomao wants to be free of him at her nearest convenience. He asks if palace life is really so bad, and she says it isn’t. She likes where she’s at and it’s preferable to being out in the pleasure district, but she worries about her elderly adoptive dad, whom Jinshi didn’t know about until now.
When Maomao says her dad traveled abroad to learn Western as well as Eastern medicine, Jinshi is surprised, because only a chosen few are given imperial permission to leave the country. He also wonders why someone as talented as the man who trained Maomao lives in poverty. She chalks that up to bad luck and a complete lack of business sense.
As the sun becomes low, Jinshi decides to come right out and ask Maomao what he was hoping to ask the acquaintence he was going to meet today: How does one decrease the value of a courtesan? After declaring such a question “unpleasant”, she gets into the manner in which the beautiful girls are separated from the non-beautiful ones.
The latter group sells their bodies immediately after their debuts, while the beautiful ones continue to hone their various talents like music, conversation, go, tea ceremony, etc, while many their chastity. A courtesan’s primary value lies in their purity.
Maomao estimates that taking one’s chastity would halve their value, while impregnating one would reduce it to “nearly nothing.” While these both seem like no-brainers, just as Jinshi didn’t consider how he smelled or how straight his posture was, Maomao’s is a world he’s simply never lived in.