nycdaug Is Chapter 87 something you can just spout off about?
Is Chapter 87 something you can just spout off about?
Noticing her approach, Murong Jing turned his face.
"Is the painting done?"
"not yet."
Su Mowan smiled and walked closer, helping him up. "However, Your Highness can rest now."
Murong Jing raised an eyebrow: "How many did you draw?"
Does this mean they don't believe in her abilities?
Su Mowan pulled him back: "Your Highness, don't worry, it will only look better than you in person, it won't make you look ugly."
Murong Jing was suddenly pulled, so he had to hold onto a willow tree with one hand and grab her shoulder with the other to keep his balance.
There was doubt in his eyes, and his thin lips were tightly pressed together.
After a while, he said, "I want to see it with my own eyes."
"This is not okay."
Su Mowan tightened her grip on his waist slightly, pulling him a little closer.
"Your Highness, please rest assured, I have memorized your appearance perfectly, and I will not make a mistake in the drawing."
"..."
Murong Jing narrowed his long, narrow phoenix eyes with a sullen face. Did this woman really not know what 'restraint' was?
Ignoring Murong Jing's expression, Su Mowan finished speaking and led him to the wheelchair on her own.
After helping the person into the wheelchair, Su Mowan straightened up, took a breath, and called out to Yinshuang outside.
It was Yinshuang who was called, but Qinghe also came in.
Su Mowan raised her chin.
"Yinshuang, take the prince to Fenghua Palace."
Before Yinshuang could respond, His Highness the King of Qin frowned and refused: "I want to watch you finish painting."
Yinshuang paused in her steps, standing halfway and looking at the two people with differing opinions.
Su Mowan smiled and advised, "Your Highness, it's not impossible for you to stay here and watch, but then I can't guarantee how the painting will turn out. Last time when I painted that painting, I didn't allow anyone around me because it would affect my performance."
"I'm not bothering you, so how could it be a problem?"
The implication is: I'm just watching quietly from the sidelines, and I won't even talk to you, so how am I affecting you?
Su Mowan glared at her.
She said with feigned seriousness, "Of course—it will have an impact! Your appearance just now has left a vivid imprint in my mind. I'm going to draw it according to that perfect memory. If you continue to linger in front of me, it will ruin the image of you in my mind, and the drawing will definitely be a mess."
"..."
Qinghe and Yinshuang were dumbfounded.
How could Consort Su speak 'sweet nothings' so naturally? And she did it without any hesitation right in front of them!
The two of them turned their heads at the same time to look at their lord.
Murong Jing was momentarily taken aback, but quickly masked it. This woman was always so...shameless!
Can you just spout off like that?
Ignoring the two scrutinizing gazes, His Highness the King of Qin said in a cold voice, "I'll be leaving now; I have other matters to attend to."
That's right.
Su Mowan gave Yinshuang a satisfied look: "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and send the prince back to Fenghua Palace. If you delay important matters, it will be your responsibility."
"..."
Yinshuang silently stepped forward and pushed her prince out of Huangfeng Garden.
Qinghe stood still, and seeing that she had not given any instructions, her big eyes blinked as she tried to come closer, but Su Mowan stopped her with a single look.
"Stand still and do what you're supposed to do. Don't come over and peek."
“How can this be considered peeping? Consort Su, please let me take a look!” Qinghe was still unwilling to give up.
Su Mowan sternly glared at him.
"What are you looking at? If I don't paint it well, you'll have to pay me 100,000 taels of silver!"
"W-what 100,000 taels?"
Qinghe was completely bewildered.
Su Mowan dragged over a chair, tossed her skirt, and sat down, holding a calligraphy brush in her right hand and snapping her fingers with her left.
"This painting is worth 100,000 taels. If it's well done, then it's fine. But if it's poorly done, then the 100,000 taels will be wasted. Do you still want to see it now?"
As he spoke, he tilted his head back and pointed to the painting on the table in front of him.
Qinghe instinctively shrank her neck.
Her eyes widened in shock, and she stammered, "You...you mean if this painting is completed, the prince will give you 100,000 taels of silver?!"
"Even 100,000 taels would be too little."
Su Mowan stretched her legs and said with a roguish smile, "When the time comes, as long as your prince is happy, how much he wants is entirely up to me."
"..."
Qinghe was so shocked that she was speechless.
She had two thoughts in her mind. The first was: "Isn't the prince too extravagant? Luckily, he's being squandered by his own family."
My second thought is: Consort Su is too treacherous! It's one thing to betray outsiders, but she even betrays her own people!
Seeing that she didn't speak, Su Mowan twirled the brush in her hand and pointed her chin toward the main house of Huangfeng Garden.
"Since you're not going to look, why don't you go inside and do some embroidery? Oh, and while you're at it, see if that kitten is still there."
Qinghe muttered something, then turned and left.
Su Mowan and the others left before she began to frown and ponder: Murong Jing's leg seemed to have a problem, yet it also seemed fine. She had originally wanted to take this opportunity to test it, but he had seen through her.
So this painting can't be done for nothing; I'll definitely have to trick Murong Jing out of it!
Once she had made up her mind, Su Mowan began to work. As she recalled the past, she began to paint. The paint in the dish gradually decreased, and a monstrous figure was slowly sketched on the paper.
Su Mowan looked at the drawing paper and chuckled mischievously, then picked up her brush and continued to paint.
An hour passed in this manner.
Yinshuang walked ten steps behind her and asked, "Consort Su, it's time for your meal."
Su Mowan stopped and looked at her masterpiece with a satisfied smile. "Okay, just pick a few dishes and bring them over. I won't go to the living room."
Yinshuang silently retreated.
A moment later, she came over with two plates. The small bowl contained rice, and the two plates contained a mixture of four or five dishes.
Yinshuang got closer and closer, and seeing that Consort Su did not call her to stop, she carried the food directly to the painting table.
Su Mowan rolled up half of the painting on the table to make room for the food.
Looking up, she saw Yinshuang staring intently at the drawing paper. "What are you looking at?"
"nothing."
Yinshuang was caught peeking, but calmly looked away.
Su Mowan laughed indifferently, "Go ahead and look if you want, it's not like I won't let you."
She hadn't let Qinghe see it before because she was afraid Qinghe would gossip about it. She trusted Yinshuang's personality, especially since she still had Yinshuang's weakness in her grasp, so she wasn't afraid Yinshuang would spread rumors.
To everyone's surprise, while she was being generous, Yinshuang took a step back, her voice calm and unwavering: "This servant cannot afford to pay 100,000 taels, so I'd rather not watch it."
"..."
Well, they've all learned to make fun of her now.
Su Mowan waved her hand: "If you don't want to look, go inside and keep Qinghe company while she embroiders. You can come back and tidy up later."
"Qinghe wasn't embroidering; she was grinding the remaining stones."
Su Mowan thought for a moment and said, "Tell her to stop nagging. Let the men do this kind of rough work. After you finish eating, you two go pick up some pebbles."
"The prince said that you are not allowed to go to Xiaoxiang Biying anymore."
Su Mowan paused with her chopsticks: "It's not like it's only found at Xiaoxiang Biying. Go find it elsewhere."
"The prince said—"
"If you say that again, I'll really go hang up a lantern!"
"..."