Red paint fell, following her swift downward movement.
A red cloak appeared out of nowhere.
The painting conveys an extreme sense of sorrow and despair.
There was complete silence all around.
What is vibrant color?
The beauty of a person, the beauty of mountains and rivers, the beauty of spring...
But what kind of vibrant color is it?
It can compare to the blood-stained city walls.
Worried that Jiang Qingwan might be wronged, Mo Yunhan couldn't help but come.
He stood outside the crowd.
Looking at that painting.
My heart clenched painfully.
Does she really not remember?
Did those people from Zhuge Sect really not tell her anything?
Or is it that,
Those wounds buried those memories.
Did it suppress the national and personal grievances that stood between the two?
He dared not think about it.
Just thinking about it makes my heart ache like it's bleeding.
Enraged, Du Luanfeng stepped forward, tore the painting to shreds, and threw it fiercely at Jiang Qingwan.
Are you cursing the Great Zhou Dynasty to perish?
Qing Sui swiftly pulled Jiang Qingwan away, and her short sword was drawn in an instant.
"You won't admit defeat and you want to resort to violence? If you want to fight, I'll fight you to the bitter end!"
Qi Huang had already suppressed her emotions.
She pushed Qinghui away and looked coldly at Du Luanfeng.
The smile was chilling.
"In this prosperous Zhou Dynasty, how could my painting bring about its downfall? I use this painting to warn you that all beauty in the world originates from peace. Whether it is the beauty of people, the beauty of rivers, or the beauty in your painting. A hundred flowers blooming—in times of war, how many people can actually see them?"
Mo Yunhan was completely stunned.
The pupils trembled uncontrollably.
Among the people, some applauded excitedly.
"Of all the beauties in the world, none can compare to the peace and prosperity of a nation. Although the princess's painting has been destroyed, her words deserve to be remembered for eternity!"
The capital city has no shortage of literati and scholars.
The praise from the crowd is the best proof.
Even though the painting is gone, the outcome is already decided.
Du Luanfeng's face turned ashen with anger.
Perhaps due to the emotional turmoil, Qi Huang suddenly felt a tightness in her chest.
My mind was somewhat dazed.
Since the clone already exists, she probably can't control it for long.
He then looked up and coldly surveyed the entire audience.
"Anyone else disagree? Come on, let's avoid trouble!"
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