Jin Qianqian had no intention of making grandiose claims right from the start. While Ancient Wen Heng had arranged work for the young men, they were far from wealthy or prominent. They were only just barely able to support a family.
"Mrs. Gu, you're so forthright," Mrs. Wu said with a laugh after a moment of surprise. "Being able to stand on one's own two feet and support a family is already an excellent starting point.
To be honest, Madam, my niece lost her mother when she was young and has been raised by my own mother ever since. My mother taught her personally, and her painting is her most notable skill. You must take a good look later and offer some critique."
Mrs. Wu was clearly putting a great deal of thought into her niece's future.
Wu Haicong had already made inquiries. Mr. Gu's cousins had come along this time hoping for his guidance, and with it, they were almost guaranteed to pass the examination to become a Scholar next year.
