Mingzhu shook her head and said, "I'm not going anymore; the weather has been stuffy and hot recently. I'll go after it rains. Yueyao, to speak of it, you really have a calm temperament. Word has spread throughout Capital City that one of your paintings is worth one thousand taels of silver. If it were me, I'd already be so happy I'd fly up to the heavens, yet you can be so composed." Mingzhu got this news and hasn't calmed down since then.
Yueyao laughed and said, "This is just following the trend; it will be alright once this craze passes." Her paintings still couldn't sell for one thousand taels now; it was all hyped up by Prince Duan and his Princess Consort.
