Zhu Jiayu was waiting for this very problem. Yaofang Pavilion priced the Spring River Painting at thirty-five taels, so she had to set a higher price to avoid losing face.

Her mind raced. Since the prices were going to be high anyway, why not set them at an astonishing price, so that everyone would understand that not everyone could afford the clothes from their embroidery workshop?

“One hundred taels.” She said calmly, “This pattern was commissioned by Madam Xing. She gave us a price of one hundred and fifty taels because she promised that we could make this pattern into embroidery and sell it afterward. Therefore, Xuan Yan Tang’s price is one hundred taels.”

"The design is not particularly valuable, and my embroidery skills are merely average, but the sentiment behind it is worth the mere hundred taels," she said with a faint smile.

No one argued with her.

Her interpretation of the "Fragrance of Winter" painting was profound; anyone who dared to contradict her was essentially saying that their filial piety towards their mother wasn't even worth a hundred taels of silver.

“Miss Zhu is right. I think one hundred taels of silver is too low. Miss Zhu is truly doing business with a conscience…”

"Who can disagree? A daughter should be like Zhu Jiayu! I really envy that old man Zhu Congjian. He doesn't seem to have any great abilities, yet he raised such a wonderful daughter!"

"The Zhu Family Embroidery Workshop is truly blessed with incredible luck!"

Hearing everyone's praise, Zhu Jiayu blushed and declined, saying, "You elders are too kind. I am just starting out and still have many shortcomings. I would appreciate your guidance."

If she had said this before drawing the picture, everyone would have agreed without hesitation. But now that they've already been proven wrong once, how could they possibly be proven wrong a second time?

While everyone remained modest, they secretly marveled at Zhu Jiayu's quick wit, fearing that the Zhu family's embroidery workshop was destined to produce an extraordinary figure.

No one expected that Zhu Congjian's greatest fortune in life would not be in the embroidery workshop, but in his own daughter.

At this moment, no matter how much insincerity they expressed in their words, one sentence came from the bottom of their hearts: "A daughter should be like Zhu Jiayu!"