The painting on display now is a bare canvas; Prince Heng has already ordered a frame to be made to mount this large painting.
Oil paintings take two to three months to fully dry and must be protected in time, otherwise dust in the air will stick to them and affect their beauty.
Not to mention a cup of liquid spilled on it.
The liquor spilled onto the center, flowing down and spreading rapidly, instantly blurring a large area and obscuring several clear faces.
Such a beautiful painting, a true work of art, is now in such a state that it is both regrettable and infuriating.
The people present all looked grim and went to look for the culprit.
Then we saw Sun Hetang holding a large cup. Before anyone could react, she wrinkled her nose and started crying pitifully.
"I, I didn't mean to. I was just standing outside, thinking I could just take a look from a distance, but so many people kept pushing me in, and the wine spilled. I almost fell over."
She was at a loss, trembling with fear, glancing around at everyone like a fawn.
Seeing her so frightened, and so beautiful and lovely, with tears streaming down her face, no one dared to blame her.
"Such a beautiful painting, it's such a pity." Yang Yingzhi, the second young lady of the Yang family, who is now the closest to Qiao Zhizhi, said with great sorrow.
"As soon as she entered the banquet hall, Miss Zhizhi set up her easel and began to paint. While everyone else was busy eating, drinking, and enjoying the songs and dances, she was focused on painting everyone's appearance at the banquet. She couldn't relax for a moment and could be said to be the hardest working."
“Miss Sun, you said you were pushed. I don’t mean to blame you, but shouldn’t you do something to make amends to Miss Zhizhi?”
Sun Hetang lowered his head and mumbled, "It was my fault, I don't deny it. How about I buy it according to the value of this painting? Miss Zhizhi, please name your price."
“No matter how high the price, it’s useless if it can’t restore this painting to its original state,” Lin Songyan said.
"Moreover, painting in the New Year's Eve banquet hall of Prince Heng's Mansion is of extraordinary significance. There is only one painting per year. It is to give everyone something new and to leave a memento. There is no need for it in the future."
It's pretty much the same situation, pretty much the same people, just once is enough.
Seeing Lin Songyan speak up for Qiao Zhizhi, Sun Hetang felt even more aggrieved, even though it was indeed she who spilled the wine while being pushed by the crowd.
This large glass of wine was something she had prepared in advance.
But in this somewhat chaotic situation, her statement is perfectly valid; it's about actions, not intentions.
The portraits she splashed were carefully selected; they were all noble ladies and gentlemen from families of the fourth or fifth rank, whose social standing was not high enough to dare to have any objections to her.
Qiao Zhizhi remained silent, and more and more people turned to look at her.
She already had a plan: "This painting has already been given to Prince Heng's mansion, it is not my property, so I have no reason to ask Miss Sun for compensation."
"The Prince Heng's Mansion is very generous. Miss Sun is a guest, and the Prince Heng's Mansion will not ask Miss Sun to compensate for such a small mistake."
Prince Heng listened from the side, his expression solemn, and nodded.
"It's actually very simple. It's just that a part of it was damaged. I'll just add it back on."
Someone said, "The scene at this moment is no longer the scene in the painting. At that time, everyone was enjoying themselves at the banquet table, and the painting was also very harmonious."
"I guess it's a matter of practice makes perfect. I can still remember the details of the paintings I've made, as long as it hasn't been too long. Please make way for me."
Everyone wanted to see how Qiao Zhizhi could use her genius to bring a ruined painting back to life.
They all quickly moved away from their seats.
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