"What are you painting?"
Atop the bamboo building, Pudu Sheng kneeled and sat before a wooden table, with two slender-waisted maids holding large silver fans, shaped like banana leaves, gently fanning behind him.
He wore a noble's crown and pinched a jade-stone gold cup, looking at the table full of delicious food, while glancing sideways at Lin Xin, who stood in front of him with his back to him.
"To actually dare to come as promised, you do have some courage."
He toyed with the white jade cup, speaking in a frivolous tone, as if the previous defeat didn't bother him at all.
Lin Xin held a brush in one hand and, on the drawing paper in front of him, he gently and continuously drew out lines of ink, some thick and others thin.
In just a moment, an ink painting of a beauty smiling with a fan half-covering her face appeared before the two men.
"Good painting!" Pudu Sheng's eyes lit up, showing intense interest. "I didn't expect you to have such skill."
