Lu Zhiruo's eyes were wide open as she stared at the dagger.
"I can't accept this!"
Sun Mo rejected hurriedly. "This is too valuable!"
"Sigh, what you've said is wrong. No matter how much money you have, you can't buy a pleasant mood. Through these few years of retirement, today is undoubtedly my happiest day. I have read a masterpiece and seen the birth of a famous painting. How satisfying!"
As Zheng Qingfang spoke, he emptied another cup and started coughing.
"Old Master, you've drunk too much."
The old servant tried to advise him as he was worried about Zheng Qingfang's health.
"Cough cough, it does no harm!"
Zheng Qingfang indicated for the old servant to mind his own business.
He had been a high-ranking official in the imperial court for so many years, so it was natural for him to have come across a few marveling sights of skillful painting. However, those few painters were old.
