But the sense of satisfaction and accomplishment I felt was irreplaceable.
After the Sun family was dealt with, the Qiao family was cleared of its own identity, and Qiao Zhizhi reopened her classes and recruited apprentices.
The Qing Teng Painting Academy was very close to the Qiao family home, so she could go back to visit them from time to time and get together with everyone.
Her room and studio were preserved for her, and many of her paintings and calligraphy are still kept there. Sometimes, Qiao Zhizhi would practice in the studio as before, as if she had never been married.
Her hair, pulled back, added a touch of maturity to her appearance, and her sweet and serene face showed that she had a loving husband and was living a happy life.
“Madam, today the Third Young Mistress had tea and snacks at the Qiao family again, and even practiced painting there for most of the day. Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?” the nanny beside Madam Lin couldn’t help but say.
Madam Lin raised her hand, stopping her from speaking.
“Aunt Qi, the Third Young Mistress is different. She is a master painter. She may be able to find more inspiration in her familiar family home. She doesn’t mind my son’s natural shortcomings, so why should I argue with her about such things?”
"The Qiao family is an enlightened family and knows the rules. It's just a visit to keep family company and have some tea and snacks. They don't necessarily expect people to stay overnight or have a meal. You don't need to tell me about these things in the future."
"yes."
Aunt Qi continued, "Since the first day of the wedding, the Third Young Master has been taking the medicine given by the Princess Zhenguo every day. We hope that Heaven will have mercy and that it will be effective, so that the Master and Madam will not have any regrets, and that the Third Young Master and the Third Young Madam will have someone to rely on in their old age."
Madam Lin sighed softly. In the past month, she had gone to the temple to offer incense three times. If it weren't for her status, she would have almost kowtowed every step of the way. But she knew that this was just for psychological comfort.
If it's going to work, we'll have to rely on the medicine given by Princess Zhenguo.
Another month has passed, and spring is in full bloom.
The weather was sunny, the grass was lush and the birds were singing. Everywhere was a riot of colors, and the luxuriant willow branches drooped down into the moat, swaying in the breeze. The river flowed merrily, a scene of prosperity and vitality.
The people of the capital changed into light clothing and strolled leisurely on the streets. Many carried birdcages, and some began to fan themselves.
Qiao Zhizhi set up a canvas on the riverbank, mixed her paints, and painted the beautiful spring scenery of the capital, attracting countless people to stop and watch.
"This is Master Qiao. Every stroke of his brush is effortless. Such a master-level skill is destined to go down in history."
"I heard that Master Qiao came from a mountain village. It is rare to see someone so natural to paint while surrounded by so many people. Such a temperament is truly admirable."
In the pavilion next door, Qiao Lian'er, Qiao Xi'er, and Ling Yin were eating tea and snacks. The twins Qiao Li and Qiao Yue, Qiao Xi'er's daughter Mu Ranxi, and Pei Qingrong's son Qiao Su were also playing under the pavilion.
Qiao Su had just turned one year old. He was a chubby-cheeked baby and still walked unsteadily, wagging his arms like a penguin. The maidservant carefully looked after him from the side.
Everyone was in good spirits, but also a little disappointed. They wished Pei Qingrong were here too. However, they also knew that Pei Qingrong had just taken over the Tianhe Prefecture camp, and it was already a luxury for her to be able to go home.
A wheelchair was slowly pushed over from a short distance away.
"This person looks so familiar," Qiao Xi'er muttered.
Qiao Lian'er lifted her eyelids. The other person had no hands, the sleeves hung down empty, the legs seemed to have atrophied, and the cheeks were sunken, but the features were familiar.
This person is Wu Qingjin.
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