Murong Qiqi didn't realize it, but her casual frown had caused the downtrodden Crown Prince of a foreign country to make the most persistent decision of his life.
Mingyue Sheng didn't speak, making Mingyue Xing feel even more justified and triumphant.
Mingyue Xing ordered two palace maids to show off her artwork to everyone from all angles. She couldn't believe that the woman's painting could be better than her own. She had been learning to paint since she was three, and it had been thirteen years since then. The pigments she had used could have changed the color of a lake. How could she be inferior to Murong Qiqi!
"Look!" Before Mingyue Xing's triumphant mood could pass, someone pointed to the sky and shouted.
They saw a colorful cloud floating by. When it got closer, they realized that it was a group of butterflies, led by one with dark ink-colored and bloodstained wings.
