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The shopkeeper Wang delivered a stack of silver notes.
Winter Solstice had counted the days over and over again, her hands trembling with excitement. "Four hundred taels, Miss! That's a full four hundred!"
She had heard from Shopkeeper Wang that the price you set for your writings was one tael of silver each, which was already quite high! You must understand that an ordinary farmer only earns about ten taels in a year! In this vast capital city, there aren't many who can afford books.
With your share being four-tenths, that means you've sold a thousand copies! And this is just the first batch, which was limited to a thousand prints. Shopkeeper Wang's pre-orders are already booked three months out, and there are many book merchants coming in from other places!
Once the goods are out, it will be another substantial income. Miss, we’ve struck it rich!
Song Feiwan was also very pleased. Although four hundred taels wasn’t much compared to the rewards given by the imperial consort, this was money she had earned herself, which brought her a sense of accomplishment.
Her clear and beautiful eyes gazed at the honored position in the main hall dedicated to the Crown Prince, and she sincerely remarked, "You truly are my lucky star."
Winter Solstice joyfully tucked away the silver notes and curiously asked, "Miss, those popular writings usually only sell for a few hundred in the capital; how did you manage to sell so many?"
Song Feiwan smiled and simply replied with two words: "Special signatures."
"Special signatures?" Rong Anning repeated her sister's words in confusion. "Is it a signature with a pen?"
Sister Lu Miaomiao was the legitimate daughter of the Loyal and Righteous Marquis's household and was slightly younger than her. The two had grown up together and shared a deep bond.
At that moment, besides the two of them, several other noble girls were gathered around a stone table in a spacious pavilion. The table was piled high with books sealed in cowhide paper.
Everyone, including Lu Miaomiao, held a piece of pristine white bone in their fingers, one end sharpened.
Lu Miaomiao said, "Of course it's not just a signature; I also wrote other things."
Without looking up, she picked up an unopened book and gently slid the bone along the edge of the cowhide paper.
With a sharp sound, the cover was cut open.
She deftly took out the book inside and reverently opened the title page. Upon seeing the words written there, she exclaimed excitedly, "Ah! I have a special signature!"
The other noble girls immediately turned their eager gazes toward her, chattering away with questions:
"Let me see what Mr. Zhao Zhao wrote!"
"Wow, her handwriting is really beautiful! It's even better than what my teacher writes!"
"I'm so envious! I haven't even unwrapped a single special signature yet!"
"No, I’m going to unwrap this whole stack; I refuse to believe I can't find a special signature!"
"Miao Miao, can you give me that special signature? I'll pay you ten taels of silver!"
Lu Miao Miao hugged the book protectively, "I won't sell it for less than a hundred taels!"
Seeing them getting almost frantic, Rong An Ning felt a bit speechless. She was sitting close to Lu Miao Miao and had just caught a glimpse of a line written above.
It was a delicate phrase, likely an excerpt of sweet nothings. To avoid annoying Song Fei Wan, she hadn’t looked at the handwritten scripture that Lu Miao Miao had given to Master Rong. If she had, she would have noticed that her handwriting was identical to that of Mr. Zhao Zhao.
"Is it really that special?" Rong An Ning said with some dissatisfaction, "I came all the way to find you, and you just left me hanging while you focus on unwrapping your books."
Lu Miao Miao felt a bit guilty and pouted playfully, "An Ning, I know I neglected you today, but I promise it’s just this once! As soon as I finish unwrapping, I'll come right over to keep you company!"
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