Little Buding smacked his lips.
"In the end, the original owner didn't even know how she died. Alas, too miserable."
"There are many people who don't know how they died. Now that we know, let's see what other tricks she has."
Because of a Wind and Moon Poem, Jiang Lai gained quite a few benefits since her original work was bought by the Eighth Prince, and others copied it to sell in bookstores, earning her another sum of silver.
The Eighth Prince even specially invited Jiang Lai to a teahouse for tea, and gave her the money while there.
"We don't pretend to be the high-minded literati who treat money as dirt. In my view, only after you're well-fed and clothed can you create better works. So take this money without worry, and keep up the good work."
Of course, Jiang Lai accepted the money without any qualms; after all, she was aiming for these "dirt" piles.
