The brothel madam looked at the painting scroll in Xiang Wei's hands, her face lit up with joy, and she said with a smile: "Did Lady Lian send you to deliver the painting?"
Xiang Wei glanced coldly at the brothel madam: "My master only promised Miss Xiang Ru to show her the painting once it was done. She never said she would give the painting to her."
The brothel madam felt a bit regretful; a painting by Lady Lian could be worth a fortune. Of course, the money wasn't the most important thing; after all, even a single visit from Miss Xiang Ru was worth a thousand gold. The key was that with this painting, Miss Xiang Ru's fame could rise to another level, and then the money would surely roll in towards her. Thinking of this, the smile on the brothel madam's face bloomed like a chrysanthemum, particularly radiant: "Gentlemen, this way." As long as the painting was good, it didn't matter if the lady didn't give it away; they could buy it.
