Qiao Lian'er knew that Qiao Zhizhi was highly talented, but she did not expect that Wu Qingjin would be so wary and want to ruin her by taking advantage of the art exhibition.
The Wu family was not affiliated with the First Prince's faction and had no grudges against the Qiao family, which only intensified Wu Qingjin's jealousy.
Two years ago, Wu Qingjin became friends with Qiao Zhizhi. She believed that Wu Qingjin's initial intentions were genuine. However, as she saw Qiao Zhizhi making progress every day while she remained stagnant, her initial intentions changed.
As friends with shared goals, comparisons are inevitable. Healthy competition benefits both parties, while malicious tactics harm both.
The Prince of Guangping's mansion had prepared a banquet, and the entire banquet was filled with praise for Qiao Zhizhi. People kept toasting her, but she drank very little, substituting tea for wine.
"Miss Zhizhi, could we go to the Qiao family to learn from you about oil painting techniques?" someone asked.
Qiao Lian'er and Qiao Zhizhi had already discussed it. Qiao Zhizhi said, "You are very welcome, but I have to paint and don't have much time and energy to entertain guests. I plan to open a class where those who want to learn oil painting can attend classes at designated times. This way, everyone can make arrangements."
"I will teach you the basic techniques. How much you can understand depends on yourselves."
Everyone was happy to hear about the classes starting, as this way everyone would hear the same content and start from the same point.
Since it's a class, there's bound to be a fee, but money is the last thing they need.
Furthermore, they support Qiao Zhizhi charging fees, because only by charging fees can she have a greater incentive to teach everyone.
“Mr. Qiao, we’ll be relying on you from now on. This kind of painting is very meaningful. It can depict people’s most authentic appearance and record the scenery we have seen, just like writing.” Some people even called him “Mr.”
"Why not charge a higher price, Mr. Qiao? You can teach us more, don't be shy with everyone."
Seeing that everyone was being so direct, Qiao Zhizhi said frankly, "Okay, I'll start the class in a few days. It would be an honor for me if you all would come and support me even though my drawings are poor."
All attention was on Qiao Zhizhi, and Wu Qingjin, unable to bear it any longer, left her seat.
Even when she left the room, almost no one noticed her.
Even the noble ladies who were acquainted with her were eager to learn oil painting; they had all been captivated by Qiao Zhizhi.
Only Murong Shu followed them out.
Prince Guangping raised his eyelids and glanced at her, his face becoming serious. How could he not know what Mu Qingjin was thinking?
This child has been proud and arrogant since childhood, especially in her specialty of painting. She wants to be the center of attention and doesn't like anyone being above her. Now that Qiao Zhizhi is attracting attention and becoming the focus of attention, she naturally can't accept it.
"Qingjin, wait for me." Murong Shu caught up and grabbed Wu Qingjin's hand.
Wu Qingjin stood still, her fists clenched, her eyes filled with tears.
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