Slowly, Hui"er watched as a full painting revealed itself in front of her eyes. The painting was a simple piece depicting a pavillion nestled between yards of mountains fading away in the distance, the moon hanging from the skies while the cloud and fog spread over the mountains, setting a mysterious yet familiar impression. Looking at it allowed Hui"er to immerse herself into the little world her Fourth Miss created. She could practically feel the cool breeze and fluttering leaves brus.h.i.+ng by her shoulder, hear the crickets chirping in the night, and touch the moon itself, which seemed to be right in her reach."Hui"er?"
Hearing the voice of her Fourth Miss, Hui"er snapped out of her dazed look, turning her gaze away from the painting. Reality rushed back to her, and once again, she was back into the dull room that she served at.
"Hui"er, do you like my painting?" The Fourth Miss set her brush down, tapping the table as she stepped away to view it. "I think it looks rather nice. Exceptionally good since I haven"t practiced this stye lately."
"Miss, when did you learn how to draw?"
Every brush stroke, the slightest flick of the wrist, worked together perfectly. The painting was so magnificent that Hui"er"s soul was practically captured into the picture! Hui"er served the Fourth Miss for years, yet she only ever saw the Fourth Miss embroider— when did her Fourth Miss turn into a professional painter?
"Oh, since… forever." Nonchalantly, Yujia waved her hand. "I am omnipotent. Why wouldn"t I be able to?" Sneaking a look at Hui"er, Yujia figured that her maid didn"t look too pleased with her response, but how was Yujia supposed to explain? Tell the girl that she was actually an art major back in the modern world? Yujia doubted that Hui"er even knew what college was. The world would think of her as crazy if Yujia started spreading word that she was actually a different person, if what they perceived of her wasn"t terrible enough.
Speaking of which, Yujia learned some very interesting things as she chatted with Hui"er while painting.
Yujia figured that she needed to dig some information about the previous Yang Yujia so that she didn"t make a fool of herself in public. So, she decided to "subtly" question her maid about her personality, behavior, and status. Thankfully, Hui"er didn"t ask much on why she needed to know and answered her questions thoroughly.
From her mini-interrogation-session, Yujia learned again that this was some strange dynasty called "Xiang", somewhere between the Sui and Tang Dynasties. Apparently, after the Sui dynasty, history went a little out of order, and instead of the Li family stepping in to create the Tang Dynasty, some Fu family created the Xiang Dynasty, and now, history was nothing the same.
This didn"t bother Yujia too much though. Her personal family matters were more concerning to her at the moment. As Hui"er revealed, the Yang family was actually nothing close to the "big, rich merchant" stereotype Yujia was expecting. Her father was actually a small merchant with a little bit of wealth ama.s.sed, enough to call himself a "merchant". The Yu family"s old master was actually the more ideal family for Yujia— they were the third biggest merchant in the capital, running both a salt business and a silk business. Likely, the reason why her father was so eager to marry her into the Yu family would be because of this wealth. He was likely looking for both business connections and a "bride price" for her to earn some extra cash.
Yujia learned bits and pieces of who she was before she asked Hui"er about it, but it was only until this conversation that she learned her entire backstory. Her mother, supposedly, embroidered clothes for a living, and somehow, her father spotted her and decided that she was the one. Certainly romantic, but not very much when Yujia was born and her father take his child to be raised in his villa while the mother of the child was abandoned.
Yujia, from then, supposedly developed a hatred for everyone in the household, mostly because none showed an ounce of kindness to an illegitimate child like her. Her three older sisters apparently picked on the previous Yang Yujia to an extreme, and her younger sister, Yang Xiaoyi, was heavily suspected and disliked simply because she was too nice. Yujia lived a sickly life ever since she turned thirteen, and was confined to her room up until now, at eighteen years old. She never expected much or took much, and quietly lived her life, enduring all the harsh treatment because that was simply her life.
Truthfully, it sounded like a sob story to Yujia.
After hearing all this, Yujia realized that she had practically no resemblance to the owner of the body, be it physical appearance or personality. Miraculously, she wasn"t feeling very sick either, so perhaps transmigrating helped her health in some way.
All in all, the Fourth Miss Yang Yujia was still a new start for her, a blessing of some sort. She would find a way to make a good future for herself, now back to eighteen, and it wouldn"t involve art.
For now, however, Yujia had no choice but to stick to her only talent.
Lightly, Yujia blows on the paint, testing to see if it was dry and figuring out that it wasn"t at all. Frowning disappointedly, Yujia points at the painting and nods at Hui"er.
"Alright, Hui"er, take this out on the market and sell it. See how much you can make, but don"t sell it for less than… hm… fifty taels."
"Fifty taels? Silver?" Hui"er"s eyes widen in disbelief at her words. Was the Fourth Miss going crazy? Their allowance for half a year was only ten taels! Fifty silver taels could buy a fourth of the entire villa, which was worth only around two hundred taels. She admits that the painting the Fourth Miss just created was above the skill of an average person, but fifty whole taels…
"Fourth Miss… are you sure that you"re not going crazy…?"
Yujia hummed a little, taking another glance at her painting. Better to go big, right? People would pay more attention for paintings that cost much more than those that cost an average price. Besides, if it couldn"t sell by the end of today, she"ll just sell it at a cheaper price tomorrow. Didn"t hurt to try.
"Hui"er, listen to me, and go out and sell the painting. Fifty silvers, more or less, is a good price for my artwork. I plan to save up enough money for myself to buy myself out of this marriage. That works, doesn"t it?"
Not only did Yujia"s plan sound ridiculous to Hui"er— who ever heard of a case of a daughter buying herself free from an engagement?— but the fact that her Fourth Miss was determined for a whole fifty taels… Everything sounded ridiculous.
"Miss, I don"t know a lot about art, but I"m pretty sure it won"t sell for fifty…"
Frowning at the information, Yujia took another glance at her painting and then back at Hui"er. Was she looking down on Yujia"s art skills? As arrogant as it sounded, Yujia believed in her talent. The only reason why she fared so badly in her previous body was because the market of the future was geared towards digital logos and designs, which Yujia didn"t know much about. She was sure that in this "Xiang Dynasty", painting was still a big deal.
"Why?"
Hui"er pointed at the corner of the paper. "Because, Miss, all professional painters have an alias seal to mark their paintings. All the paintings the Old Master has all have that. If you don"t have one of those, then buyers might think this was some fraud painting made by a non-professional."
Oh. A smile resurfaced on Yujia"s face. She just recalled that a seal would"ve been an important way to mark the works in this time period. Back then, she was used to simply signing her paintings, but in this time and age, a red seal-stamp was about the same as a signature.
"Well then, Hui"er, that is a problem we must fix." Yujia nods thoughtfully, picking the brush lying on the table again. She dips the very tip of it into the ink and carelessly scribbles her name in the right corner, similar to how she would with a fine-tip paintbrush and a bit of acrylic or oil paint. "Good now?"
Hui"er nervously looks at the corner of the painting. What was her Fourth Miss doing? All she did was to scribble a few illegible lines in the corner… That wasn"t going to fix anything…!
"Fourth Miss… I don"t understand…"
"Silly Hui"er, that"s my signature!"
"Your what…?"