Xie Qiao's small hands could not help but caress and touch her own face. The texture... was indeed a little rough.
However, she decided on her makeup after careful consideration. She was not as beautiful as a young lady, but she was absolutely outstanding in the presence of a woman of the same age. Her temperament was perfect and could not be picked on!
"In Sang You's paintings or collections, there are countless portraits of beauty apart from the beautiful flowers and plants. More than half of these portraits are you." When Zhao Xuanjing thought of that, he was a little upset.
Sang You, this wretched man, actually did such a thing.
Of course, he already knew about the portraits of his senior sister. Not to mention Sang You, even he was coaxed into painting a few when he first entered the sect. However, he matured young and he was the Crown Prince, so his teacher could not force him to do so. That was how he avoided painting Xie Qiao.
