nycdaug Chapter 82 His Highness the Prince of Qin is a surprisingly cunning and annoying person.
Chapter 82 His Highness the Prince of Qin is a surprisingly cunning and annoying person.
Qinghe stared at the painting on the wall in reverence for at least an hour, until His Highness the Prince of Qin appeared in Huangfeng Garden.
It was lunchtime, and Su Mowan was somewhat surprised by Murong Jing's uninvited arrival, since the two had been keeping to themselves for a long time, both day and night.
Su Mowan cleared her throat, got up from her chair, and personally went to push the wheelchair.
"Your Highness, what brings you here? Have you had your meal?"
"Never."
"That's perfect, Qinghe, go and serve the dishes."
Su Mowan readily accepted good advice.
She wanted to push Murong Jing to the dining table, but Murong Jing raised his chin and glanced at the wall with the paintings.
Su Mowan was feeling quite pleased with herself, and since she might as well have another admirer, she immediately pushed her wheelchair over there.
Her drawing paper is larger than Master Han Qiu's original, but she cut corners on the number of birds. So even though the drawing paper is full of birds, which is 1.5 meters long and 1 meter wide, it actually didn't take much effort at all.
The main reason she spent so many days drawing was to consider the color of the bird. Now she has a version, and if she were to draw another one that looks the same, it would only take three days.
Murong Jing stared at the painting, scanning it back and forth, his brows slightly furrowed. Just when Su Mowan thought he was sure he wouldn't say anything nice...
Murong Jing coldly uttered two words: "Acceptable."
Su Mowan rolled her eyes as she stood behind him.
You haven't even seen it, yet you think it's acceptable? Su Mowan didn't mind, just taking it as Murong Jing being shy or not used to praising people.
This time, Qinghe and Yinshuang didn't dare to sit at the same table to eat, so Su Mowan and His Highness Prince Qin ended up staring at each other.
Yinshuang, being very perceptive, stood still.
Qinghe, however, was rather dim-witted. She picked up a clean pair of chopsticks and was about to serve food to her prince.
Murong Jing looked up and gave him a cold glance.
"You two can go out now."
Qinghe's chopsticks came to an abrupt halt halfway through the journey, and she asked blankly, "But who will serve you food, Your Highness?"
Yinshuang sighed, snatched the chopsticks from her hand, and dragged her out.
His Highness the King of Qin was satisfied.
He didn't move his chopsticks, but stared straight at Su Mowan. Su Mowan was about to reach for some food when his gaze stopped her.
"Your Highness, is the food not to your liking?"
"No."
Su Mowan was momentarily stunned and blinked, "Then why are you just looking and not eating? Or have you already eaten?"
His Highness the King of Qin hesitated for a moment, and said as calmly as possible, "I am waiting for you to serve the dishes."
"..."
Your leg is injured, not your hand!
Su Mowan had no choice but to abruptly turn her outstretched chopsticks back.
"Tell me what you'd like to eat."
Today, I'll treat it as being someone's babysitter!
Su Mowan thought she had been cooperative enough, but His Highness the Prince of Qin was displeased: "You don't even know what I like to eat?"
"..."
Is this blaming her for being an incompetent nanny?
Su Mowan endured it again and again, but in the end she couldn't hold back anymore.
"Your Highness, I'm not Qinghe Yinshuang. I've only eaten with you once, just once! Do you think I know exactly which dishes you like and dislike?"
Prince Qin felt slightly uncomfortable facing such 'accusations'.
He cleared his throat.
"If you don't understand, why don't you ask?"
Su Mowan glared at her: "Didn't I just ask you which dish you liked?"
His Highness the King of Qin simply put down his chopsticks.
"I have asked you to inquire about Qinghe Yinshuang."
The living person was right in front of them, yet they still wanted them to ask Qing Heyinshuang? Su Mowan felt she couldn't quite understand this way of thinking, but there was nothing she could do.
He immediately stood up.
"Okay, okay, just a moment, I'll go ask right away!"
"Come back. Who told you to go ask now?"
"..."
Su Mowan wondered if she had been too good-natured, to the point that Murong Jing was taking pleasure in teasing her.
"Then please tell me what I should do next? I'll do whatever you say!"
Murong Jing pushed the bowl in front of him: "Serve me some food."
"But I don't know which dish you'd like to eat right now, what if I pick the wrong one—"
"Please feel free to take your food. I will remind you if I don't like it."
"..."
Wouldn’t it be better if you said it earlier?
Damn it, it turns out Murong Jing is also a hidden troublemaker!
So Su Mowan tried them one by one, and after trying all five dishes, she discovered...
His Highness the King of Qin remained completely silent from beginning to end!
Su Mowan became even more certain that the previous actions were just an attempt to trick her.
After the meal, Qinghe Yinshuang cleared away the dishes, and Su Mowan cut to the chase: "Your Highness, is there something you're unhappy with about me? I only swindled you out of ten thousand taels of silver. I was just investing in future business, not pocketing it. Why are you being so sarcastic?"
His Highness the King of Qin immediately grasped the key point: "You swindled me out of ten thousand taels of silver?"
"..."
Su Mowan almost bit her tongue.
She blinked, then pretended she hadn't said that. "What I mean is, do you not want me to manage the business anymore?"
"That's not what I meant."
Murong Jing still hadn't moved on. "What did you just say about swindling me out of ten thousand taels of silver? When?"
Su Mowan secretly rolled her eyes and immediately offered an explanation: "Ah, that's what I meant. It's that painting, Master Han Qiu's original work, which was bought for ten thousand taels of silver. I gave it away without your permission. That's what I meant!"
His Highness the King of Qin seemed unconvinced, still frowning as he looked at her.
Su Mowan quickly changed the subject: "Let's not talk about that. Let's talk about the painting. What do you think, Your Highness? What do you think about me giving this painting to Her Majesty the Empress?"
Murong Jing frowned and thought for a while.
"This painting took so long and a lot of effort to complete. If you want to keep it, then keep it for yourself. You can choose another gift later. Isn't there still that jade Guanyin?"
Su Mowan waved her hand dismissively: "It didn't take much effort. If Your Highness thinks it's presentable, I'll give it to the Empress. I can just paint another one."
"Do you want me to draw more?"
Murong Jing frowned slightly, his displeasure evident in his eyes and brows. "Besides going to the restaurant, all you do when you come back is paint. Can you...?"
His Highness the King of Qin could not continue speaking.
Su Mowan was incredibly perceptive, and immediately replied without any shame, "You mean you want me to go to Fenghua Palace tonight?"
His Highness the King of Qin remained silent, tacitly agreeing.
Su Mowan clicked her tongue.
"It's just a matter of needing someone to undress you at night and someone to change your clothes in the morning. There are plenty of people to choose from. Look at Consort Shen in the East Courtyard. She should have plenty of time and would definitely be more than happy to serve you."
Murong Jing's face darkened instantly.
"I have said you are not allowed to draw, and that means you are not allowed to draw!"
This is dictatorship?
Su Mowan lowered her gaze and thought of a solution. Soon she had an idea. She stared intently at Murong Jing, her eyes shining brightly.
"Your Highness, how about I paint one for you?"