With Chen Han herself buying the painting, many of the scholars around them naturally looked regretful, but there was little they could say.
Even those with considerable wealth had, in many cases, wanted to buy the painting partly out of admiration for Chen Han. Since she liked it herself, who would compete with her?
Some offered to pay for Chen Han, but she had no intention of accepting.
Chen Han took a full-weight gold ingot from her sleeve and set it directly on the table. Then she carefully lifted the scroll and blew gently over it. The ink, which had not yet dried completely, settled at once, though no one else noticed.
"Mr. Shao, I've left the gold here. I'll take the painting now!"
"Please go ahead, Miss Chen!"
Chen Han smiled and hurried away with the painting in her hands. The others hastily called after her.
"Ah, Keeper Chen, would you like me to mount it for you?" "Careful with the ink!"
But Chen Han merely gave a slight nod at most and paid them no further attention. Everyone sighed regretfully as they watched her retreating figure, then soon crowded around Shao Zhen again.
"Ah..." "What a wonderful painting!" "Brother Shao, could you paint another?"
While the crowd clamored here, Chen Han had already reached the room where she was staying for the time being. Only after closing the door did she slowly unroll the painting again.
As the painting unfolded once more, the radiance on Chen Han's face grew brighter.
The woman in the painting was unquestionably Chen Han herself, yet the beauty portrayed was different from her beauty in life, possessing a distinctive spirit and charm.
The value of this painting was beyond measure!
Outside, there were still sighs of regret among the crowd, but rumbling stomachs