"The red spider lily blooms, life and death go round and round, never to meet again, so that's what it means."

"Although this general is alive, living alone is worse than death for him. If he had a choice, he might choose to die with his soldiers."

"Before him were tens of thousands of soldiers, behind him was the city they had defended with their lives. All that was left for the general were countless corpses and spider lilies blooming all over the road to the underworld. Just seeing this scene, I couldn't hold back my tears... Waaah..."

"No... Waaah... He also has a butterfly, the butterfly and the general, they are each other."

Hearing this, Wang Dapang and Lu Lao Er were even more puzzled. How could they see a general in a butterfly?

And what's with this "flower of the other shore," where people are said to never meet again in life or death? This is just too tragic.

The two had grown up wearing the same pair of pants since they were little, and they understood each other's feelings with just one glance.

The next instant, they raised their hands and began to push aside the people outside. How could those who hadn't eaten compete with those who were full? In just a few blinks, the two of them had forced a path through the crowded people.

However, what appeared before the two of them was not a butterfly at all.

Instead, they were a group of butterflies.

A swarm of brightly colored butterflies, as if dressed in colorful clothes, were fluttering around the table.

Directly below the swarm of butterflies was a painting interwoven with red and black...

At first glance, the entire landscape is covered with red spider lilies, their petals as red as blood and as fiery as flames.

Only flowers are visible, no leaves.

Each stamen spreads out from the center of the flower, like intertwined thoughts presented in a complementary way.

Above the scarlet spider lilies is an extreme blackness. Upon closer inspection, one can see that this blackness is composed of dead soldiers, some with their eyes closed, others with their eyes closed and their souls gone. Only their blood-stained armor proves that they once truly existed.

Opposite the red spider lilies and the corpses of the soldiers stood a general covered in blood.

He held a sword in his right hand, which was broken in the middle.

The left hand... was severed cleanly from the shoulder.

At the severed wound, atop the blood, lay a butterfly, its body entirely crimson…

A person and a butterfly represent the only remaining glimmer of life in the world.

The land where tens of thousands of spider lilies grow now resembles the River of Oblivion, which spans life and death.

With just one breath, a profound sorrow welled up in his chest, impossible to dispel.

"Great! Well drawn! Excellent, wonderful..."

Ouyang Shanzhang, who was usually unfazed even by a collapsing mountain, seemed to have had half his tongue stolen at this moment, only managing to utter the single word "good" over and over again.

He turned around, secretly wiping the corner of his eye, his piercing eyes flashing with a burning light. "I wonder, whose painting is this? Could you tell me, what made you think of painting this?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Wei Jianjia.

He had exchanged ideas with that old scoundrel from the Wei family. That old scoundrel's paintings were unparalleled in the entire Yu Dynasty, and his daughter's paintings were also quite good.

This painting is almost entirely inspired by Wei Jianjia.

When Wei Jianjia saw that bright, delighted look in his eyes, she wasn't happy at all; instead, it felt like a resounding slap.

Beneath the wide sleeves, her fingernails dug into her palms, leaving them a deep red stain.

But she felt no pain at all.

I felt humiliated from head to toe.

However, her silence did not mean that others remained silent; Ouyang Shanzhang's words also pulled everyone back from their grief.

"It's Miss Su! This painting of spider lilies is Miss Su's work!"

"Yes, I saw Miss Su paint it with my own eyes. I originally thought Miss Su was just scribbling a few strokes, but I didn't expect her to create such a masterpiece, which even attracted the Butterfly King."

"Indeed, I, Zhou, am completely convinced today. I have seen many good painters, but I have never seen anyone who can attract butterflies."

"Exactly! And that Butterfly King even knew how to distinguish between good and bad. It stopped before the general's severed arm and kissed Miss Su several times, making Yun'er and me incredibly envious..."

Even Su Hua, who is usually thick-skinned, couldn't help but feel a little guilty after hearing these words.

She's not the Fragrant Concubine, so why would she attract butterflies?

These butterflies, drawn by the fragrance of Cymbidium goeringii and Rosa rugosa, eagerly came over to bask in the nectar.

After all, the Cymbidium goeringii 'Lou Shan Hong' grown in a spacious environment has an added herbal fragrance in addition to the unique floral scent of 'Lou Shan Hong' itself.

This fragrance of herbs and plants is very attractive to animals and plants, as can be seen from my pets Xiao Hei, Mo Bao, Da Bai, Da Niu, and even the chickens in the coop.

Therefore, she was very restrained when using Loushan red petals as pigment, and even diluted them with ordinary water.

However, what was unexpected was that the butterflies at Qichi Manor had such sensitive noses that they flew over as soon as they smelled the aroma.

Of course, these are secrets that cannot be told to outsiders.

When Ouyang Shanzhang heard that the painter was Su Hua, his eyes widened in shock for a moment before he suddenly understood.

Looking at the girl in front of him, dressed in a simple sky-blue dress, he suddenly remembered the words he had heard when he first stepped into the Hundred Flowers Garden.

Yes, only a woman as unique as her could create such soulful works. "Hahahaha, no wonder, no wonder, Miss Su is truly extraordinary!"

However, among the hundreds of flowers in the garden, why did Miss Su choose this spider lily in particular?