Yueyao left the Royal Mansion and got into her carriage.
Xiang Wei said with a smile, "Miss, a painting for one thousand taels of silver, the people of the Capital City must think you have gone mad for money." Even the master painters price their works at around that amount.
Of course, Xiang Wei knew that Yueyao's paintings were worth that money, but others didn't! They just thought Yueyao had gone crazy with greed.
Yueyao smiled and said, "If they think I'm mad, so be it. After this gets out, I'll tell everyone that I only paint three paintings a year, and no more." Yueyao also hoped to have Princess Consort Duan set this price for her. In the future, no one would offer less, and she didn't want to paint Buddhas for others every day, so she had to set a limit.
Xiang Wei laughed heartily. "Indeed, your paintings will soon be hard to find." Everyone loves to chase after rarities. Yueyao had raised her own status high, and more people were rushing to offer money for her paintings.
