After traveling through time, I became the aunt of the loyal dog emperor

Not only that, Wan Ning also rented a gorgeous sedan chair and brought two beautiful maids. They each held a scroll and followed on both sides of the sedan chair.

A group of people beat gongs and drums, and walked from one end of Nanye City to the other. They seemed to want to go through the whole city and pass by every shop to let everyone know about this. More and more people began to be curious and discussed this with each other. It was not someone who first said that the calligraphy and painting in the maid's hand was the work of a master of calligraphy and painting in the previous dynasty. There are very few works left in the folk, and most people have only heard of it but rarely seen it.

As more and more discussions and speculations broke out among the crowd, more and more people followed Wan Ning's team. Seeing that the time was ripe, Wan Ning asked the sedan bearers to go directly to the West Square. Just as expected: the crowd of onlookers also followed here.

Following Wan Ning's instructions, the sedan bearers carried the sedan to the center of the Six Star Terrace and stopped in full view of the crowd. At this time, the crowds of onlookers also filled the open space under the Six Star Terrace. Fortunately, the disaster victims who were previously placed here had been moved to a place that was more sheltered from the wind and rain, otherwise there would be nowhere to stand.

Wan Ning was not in a hurry to get out of the sedan. She listened patiently to the increasingly heated discussion about the two works coming from below.

Finally, an impatient spectator shouted in the crowd: "Is this the real thing? Don't keep us in suspense. Let's take a look!"

"Yeah, let's see!"

The people below were talking about it in a flurry. Wan Ning saw that the atmosphere was almost set, so she slowly came out of the sedan chair. She was dressed in a gorgeous dress and walked slowly to the middle and waved slowly, and the girls on both sides walked to her side.

All of a sudden, the crowd below held their breath and became quiet.

"I've heard that the people of Chu have always loved the master's calligraphy and painting style. Is it true or not?" Wan Ning asked softly.

"Of course it's true! Who doesn't love the works of a master?" everyone replied.

In fact, not everyone likes this master's works. Although this master was already famous during his lifetime, he never sold his works, which led to very few circulations in the market. If anyone could own one, it would naturally be a symbol of status. Moreover, this master did not want to see his works being used by people with ulterior motives, so he burned his works before his death, making the works left in the world more rare and precious, and even more valuable.

"I have accidentally obtained two works of masters here, but I am ashamed that I know very little about the works of masters, and I don't know whether they are real or not. I wonder if there are people in the audience who know about this and can help me check whether these two works are authentic?"

As soon as Wan Ning finished speaking, the crowd below the stage, who had long wanted to see the master's style, started to discuss again. Soon, people in the crowd raised their hands one after another, vying to shout, "I'll do it, I can do it!"

Wan Ning paced back and forth on the stage, and finally selected a few from those who raised their hands: an old scholar who looked very knowledgeable but had white hair, a well-mannered scholar, a wealthy businessman, etc.

Inviting them to come on stage, Wan Ning opened one of the paintings in front of them and the audience. Soon, several people gathered around the painting and studied it carefully. Sometimes they exchanged positions and sometimes they whispered their opinions. The audience seemed to have the same emotions. Although they couldn't see the original appearance of the painting on the stage, when the person on the stage frowned, the people below frowned too. When the person on the stage praised the painting, the people below seemed to be very happy.

Wan Ning was also anxiously waiting for the result. About a quarter of an hour later, after a heated discussion, the old scholar stood up and walked to Wan Ning's side.

The people below were extremely nervous. They only heard him ask Wan Ning, "Miss, how much did you pay for this calligraphy and painting?"

Wan Ning casually mentioned an astronomical figure. The old scholar bowed to her and said with a guilty look on his face: "I'm sorry, this painting is fake!"

There was an uproar in the audience. Wan Ning pretended to be surprised and sad and said, "How is this possible? I spent so much money, how can it be fake? Sir, can you take another look?"

"There is no need to look at it again. Although this painting is copied very similarly, a fake is still a fake. It is always far inferior to the master's work." The old scholar answered with great certainty.

After hearing the old scholar's answer, there was a sigh from the audience below the stage. They felt sorry for the unfortunate lady and also regretted not being able to see the master's work.

At this time Wan Ning no longer insisted. She took the painting from the old scholar, thanked everyone, and tore it into pieces in full view of everyone.

The old scholar was also shocked and quickly stopped her to persuade her: "Although this is not an authentic work, the artist's level is not low, and it is still a good work. Besides, you have spent so much money, why do you want to tear it up?"

Wan Ning did not answer. She took another work from another maid and handed it to the person who was speaking. Then she explained, "Since it is fake, how can it be pretended to be real? It's not a pity to tear it up. I would like to trouble you to help appreciate this work again."

Although this person was sad and heartbroken, he said nothing more, took the work and slowly opened it. The moment he opened it, everyone gathered around him, their faces full of joy, and even became more and more excited as they looked at it and talked to each other.

Even if something is fake, it will be self-evident when it is real. When judging the previous painting, people were still a little confused, but this painting has nothing to doubt or argue about.

"Excellent, wonderful! Miss, where did you get this work? This is the original work of the master!" The old scholar shouted excitedly to Wan Ning, and the audience was in an uproar again. Those who were still regretting that the fake painting was torn into pieces were no longer regretful, and even admired it a little more. After such an operation, the price of the original work in hand might have risen sharply.

Wan Ning took the painting from him with a smile, and did not rush to answer. Instead, she carefully rolled it up and put it back in the maid's hand, letting her stand in the middle of the stage.

"Speaking of these two works, it was really an accident. Now I know that one of them is an authentic one, and I am satisfied. The person who gave me this painting once asked me to do something. Have you noticed that this square is different from usual? There are many more sheds and porridge stalls here." Wan Ning paused for a moment, observing the expressions of the people below, and then continued:

"In Sangcheng, Chu State, there is a famine caused by lack of water. Our compatriots begged here for food. Although they were saved, many people in Sangcheng are still suffering from famine. So I am here to make a decision on behalf of the owner of the painting and donate this painting as a disaster relief item. It's a pity that paintings and calligraphy cannot be eaten, so if you want to get it, you don't need silver but only food. Whoever donates the most food within three days can become the new owner of this painting. Whether you want to hang it at home for your own viewing, or put it in a store for customers to appreciate, or give it as a gift, all are possible."

There was another uproar in the crowd. Although some people were attracted by the paintings, they knew their own abilities and knew they would never win first place. Perhaps seeing everyone's concerns, Wan Ning added, "Although the master's work is good, there is only one painting after all. So for the second and third place winners, I will give two other souvenirs. As for what they are, I won't make them public yet. Please wait and see."

After Wan Ning's actions, almost everyone in the city knew about this.

Wan Ning knew that the people had a hard time in the past few years of war. Even if there was surplus food, they would not dare to give it out rashly for the safety of their families. If they wanted to raise food, they should target wealthy families and let them willingly give out their own food. Le Yan's strategy not only allowed the businessman to gain a good reputation, but also allowed the champion to obtain the master's work to enhance the reputation of his own shop, and he could also raise food for the victims. It was not a good idea to kill two birds with one stone.

The facts turned out to be just as Wan Ning had expected. Over the course of three days, people came here one after another to donate food.

Every time they donated food, everyone would get a card with the name of the donor and the weight of the donation written on it. Wan Ning also specially sent someone to set up a large wooden board in the most crowded place, and updated the top ten donors every two hours. Somehow, the people on the list even ignored the prize itself. Once their ranking dropped, they would donate more. For a while, it became a competition of strength between merchants.

For three days, the people of the capital of Chu State were all attracted by this board, and even the topic of conversation after dinner was monopolized by this matter. Gradually, Wan Ning's identity as Princess Le Yan was discovered, and even spread back to the palace and reached the ears of the emperor.