Hua Yue pointed at the chair beneath the Fourth Prince, and said indifferently, "See, that very chair costs 2000 Silver Taels. Even if we sisters pool all our private savings over the years, what could we afford?"
"Besides, items from Nanshan Academy won't be sold to commoners easily."
The hope that had just ignited in the hearts of the Singers was extinguished again. They looked at Hua Yue, bewildered, already considering her their pillar of strength.
Yet Hua Yue made a shocking statement.
"There's no hope for Zuimeng Music Workshop now, our only chance to survive is to join Good Sound Music Workshop."
Upon hearing this, the Singers were thrown into turmoil. This was outright betrayal of their master; if word got out, how could they maintain their footing in Imperial City, and who would want to listen to their performances in the future?
