Ji Xingzhi calmly appraised Zi Liao, feeling that this man was truly adaptable and adaptable, and a slight fondness for him grew. "Young Master Zi Liao, you're too kind. We're truly friends, and Xue Zhao is certainly not the kind of person who would be so ungrateful. How about drinking this and writing off all grudges?" Ji Xingzhi raised her glass, a faint smile on her face. Zi Liao laughed heartily, saying, "Okay! Zi Liao, let me drink first, as a gesture of respect." Zi Liao gulped down the wine readily, his movements as carefree as those of a casual wuxia artist. He said, "From now on, we're brothers. You don't have to call me Young Master. Just call me Zi Liao." Ji Xingzhi calmly sniffed the wine in the glass, rubbing his hand along the rim to make sure it was alright before drinking. Hearing Zi Liao's words, Ji Xingzhi nodded and smiled, "Don't call me Young Master Qingcheng anymore. My name is Xue Zhao, which means auspicious snow indicates a good harvest." Zi Liao invited Ji Xingzhi to take a seat. Su Ju, standing beside him, noticingly filled both Ji Xingzhi and Zi Liao's glasses, then quietly stepped aside, observing them closely. Zi Liao was a chatterbox, a complete loquacious talker, capable of discussing anything and everything. Ji Xingzhi listened quietly, occasionally joining in a conversation, nodding, or simply smiling in silence. It wasn't until a commotion erupted from downstairs that Ji Xingzhi interrupted Zi Liao's chatter, frowning slightly. "What's going on downstairs? Why is there so much noise?" Zi Liao listened intently. Although he only caught a few fragmented words, he immediately understood and smiled, saying, "A portrait of the Regent is being auctioned downstairs." Ji Xingzhi stood up, walked out the door, and stood at the railing, looking down. She saw... The downstairs was suddenly filled with people, and some people upstairs were looking down. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the scantily clad woman on the high platform, or more precisely, on a portrait unfolded in the woman's hands. The person in the painting was riding a horse and waving a whip, his green robe fluttering in the wind, his black hair flying freely, his eyes bright, his lips pale, every detail just right, as if meticulously carved above. The background was a street that looked like Wan'an Street. The pedestrians on the road all raised their heads and looked sideways at the green-clad person on the horse, willing to be the background. It seemed that such a person could only exist in a painting, because his existence was too unfair to the world. Looking at the painting, Ji Xingzhi couldn't help but be secretly surprised. The emperor's uncle still looked very handsome when riding a horse! Suddenly, Ji Xingzhi shook his head. No, that wasn't the point. The point was that this painting must never fall into the hands of others! "You want this painting?" At some point, Zi Liao also walked out, stood beside Ji Xingzhi and looked down. Ji Xingzhi nodded and said, "The Regent is my idol." Hearing this, Zi Liao frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "Idol?" Ji Xingzhi touched his chin and said, "Uh, let's put it this way. Since I was a child, the person I admire most is him." Zi Liao couldn't help laughing when he heard it: "Hahahaha, so that's how it is. How about I take you to meet him someday when I have the chance?" Hearing this, Ji Xingzhi twitched the corner of his mouth and laughed dryly, "Haha, thank you in advance." "Okay, let's go back and have a drink," Zi Liao said. Ji Xingzhi didn't move, his eyes still fixed on the painting. He said seriously, "I'll see you, but I still want this painting."