Xie Qiao focused all of her attention on her painting. Her face was paler now, while sweat was seeping out of her forehead.
When she was done with the painting, she looked much weaker. She sighed softly and rummaged through the bamboo basket, eventually retrieving a small jade stamp.
She stamped it on the ink pad. After exhaling, she stamped it on the painting as hard as she could.
Xie Qiao was rather satisfied with it.
Back when she had been at the Water Moon Temple, she would hardly paint. Apart from painting as practice, those that were presentable were usually small paintings.
She had put in quite an effort in order to get into the Royal Academy now.
In reality, it was not that she could not accept the Xie family's silver.
