The Splendid Painting of Zhaozhao

“You’re the sort who loves money more than life. Pay you enough and you’d even paint the dead,” he scoffed. She smiled sweetly. “You’re absolutely right, my lord. What’s so special about painting the dead? Pay me enough and I’d paint a pile of dog shit, too.” She clawed her way out of a pile of corpses and made a living painting portraits, counting every last copper coin. He worked for his family, weighing every matter by its benefits and calculating every gain and loss. They had nothing in common, but money and profit brought them together...