Why not open a class and charge a fee, openly teach her, and earn some money for materials? If Qiao Zhizhi could become a teacher and teach painting skills, it would be a major step forward in her career.
Fair competition reveals true ability. Qiao Zhizhi should study for two years first; she's not afraid of being outmatched.
“Young Master Lin, just ask away,” Qiao Zhizhi said.
Seeing how generous and refined the girl was, Lin Songyan was filled with admiration and gestured towards the painting that interested him the most.
Qiao Zhizhi didn't even glance at Wu Qingjin before walking over.
Seeing the person she had admired since childhood taking the initiative to approach Qiao Zhizhi, Wu Qingjin's face turned from white to green, and she bit her lip in grievance.
Over the years, Lin Songyan had never even glanced at her, treating her with only politeness. But just now, the way he looked at Qiao Zhizhi was filled with admiration.
That look felt like a knife stabbing into her heart, making her feel both bitter and jealous.
Unexpectedly, the effort she had put in to destroy Qiao Zhizhi's art exhibition backfired and benefited her instead.
That's right. She saw that Qiao Zhizhi was very talented and had the potential to surpass her, which made her wary. She had been learning to paint since she was three years old and had received guidance from Prince Guangping and many famous figures. Qiao Zhizhi had only been learning for three years and was about to surpass her. How could she watch this happen?
However, Qiao Zhizhi shone brightly at the art exhibition, stunning everyone. Even Lin Songyan, who had always ignored her, took a liking to Qiao Zhizhi.
Why? By what right?
“Miss Wu, everyone has their own cause and effect. Perhaps my cousin is destined to become famous in the capital, and you have pushed her a big step forward.” A calm voice sounded beside her. Wu Qingjin looked and saw that it was Qiao Lian’er.
The other person's lips curled slightly, as if they had just seen a joke.
Wu Qingjin suddenly realized that Qiao Zhizhi didn't have that much affection for her. It was probably Qiao Lian'er who was interfering. Otherwise, how could she explain the emergence of so many different paintings in just over a day, and the fact that the painting style was already quite mature?
“I know Zhizhi’s skill level, and she has never been involved in these paintings before. Could it be that the princess painted them?”
If that's the case, she'll expose it immediately, ruin Qiao Zhizhi's reputation, and prevent her from ever having the chance to ride roughshod over her. She wants to see the light in Lin Songyan's eyes go out with her own eyes.
Qiao Lian'er looked in another direction, her gaze meaningful.
Wu Qingjin followed her gaze and saw that Qiao Zhizhi had set up a drawing board and arranged her painting tools.
"Miss Zhong, let me paint your portrait."
Miss Zhong is one of the most beautiful women in the capital. She dressed up nicely for the art exhibition today and looked radiant.
Having witnessed Qiao Zhizhi's skill—such a high degree of realism, as if the scene had been recreated, captivating the heart—she was naturally moved when Qiao Zhizhi spoke.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Miss Zhizhi."
Qiao Zhizhi settled Miss Zhong in a chair, placed a flower arrangement beside her, and guided her to strike an elegant and relaxed pose.
Then she began to paint on the canvas.
It wasn't that she intentionally wanted to show off. Just now, Murong Shu suggested that she paint in public, and then others started to respond. She knew that everyone still didn't trust her, so she decided to convince them.
It seemed that Lian'er had anticipated this, as he had even prepared his toolbox.
Everyone wanted to know how such a painting came about, so they all gathered around.
To ensure everyone could see it, the servants of the Prince's mansion added cushions and prayer mats for those at the back.
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