Wu Qingjin was completely relieved.
"Zhizhi, there's something I need to tell you. Please don't be angry with me."
Seeing that Wu Qingjin seemed somewhat guilty, Qiao Zhizhi quickly grabbed her hand.
"Qingjin, there's no need for us to be so distant."
Wu Qingjin lowered her eyelids: "I don't know who leaked the news, or maybe Uncle Nan mentioned it by chance. Many celebrities know that you are going to hold an art exhibition at the Prince of Guangping's Mansion, and they also want to come and take a look."
"What?" Qiao Zhizhi was taken aback. "Didn't you say everyone coming would be around the same age—"
She doesn't feel as much pressure as her peers because none of them have really achieved anything yet, so their evaluations are much more lenient.
But those famous figures have been established for many years and have relatively strict requirements for paintings.
Qiao Zhizhi felt uneasy.
"I'm sorry, I didn't tell anyone, but the Prince of Guangping's mansion is so prestigious, such a big thing can't be kept secret after all."
"I have failed to keep my promise to you, and I feel guilty."
Qiao Zhizhi thought that since things had come to this point, she had to accept whoever came. She couldn't just turn them away or back down at the last minute. The fact that they came was a form of support in itself.
The thought of learning a new skill gave her a boost of confidence.
"Qingjin, it's not your fault. I can accept praise as well as criticism. It's good that I know where my shortcomings are so I can correct them." Qiao Zhizhi tried to smile at Wu Qingjin.
However, if the criticism is a fatal blow, an accusation that makes one lose face, then it's hard to say, Wu Qingjin thought.
Looking at Qiao Zhizhi, she felt a mix of superiority and pity. It was a pity that Qiao Zhizhi's future and dreams in painting were about to be ruined today.
Qiao Lian'er brought the paintings to the Prince of Guangping's residence, where she first met with the Prince of Guangping.
Prince Guangping was a great lover of art and rarely appeared in public. This was the first time she had met him.
In the world she came from, she had seen a martial arts film called "The World's Number One". The appearance of the Prince of Guangping was very similar to that of the Iron-Blooded Marquis. He was stern and unsmiling, with two mustaches on his lips, and exuded a majestic imperial aura.
If a prince with such a magnanimous demeanor weren't so devoted to the arts, the emperor would probably be quite uneasy about him.
After exchanging greetings, Qiao Lian'er explained her purpose.
Prince Guangping generously said, "Since the princess is so willing to take on this task, then thank you for your trouble."
Qiao Lian'er said, "My cousin's paintings are quite innovative. Before the setup is complete, I hope Your Highness will not allow anyone into the exhibition room."
"So there's a surprise in store." Prince Guangping's anticipation grew.
"I want to see what kind of innovation it is. Princess, you can make the arrangements."
Over the years, I've read many great works by renowned authors. Even the most excellent ones are just variations on traditional themes with different content, lacking any truly groundbreaking innovations. I'm getting a bit tired of them.
Once Qiao Lian'er and her men had moved the paintings into the exhibition hall, the door was closed.
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