The blow was extremely powerful, and Xiao Ziwu let out a muffled groan.
To protect the painting, he didn't move his hand away; instead, he exerted force upwards, trying to separate the filthy shoes from the spotless painting paper, which intensified the pain.
Chang Lai knelt down with a thud, unable to hold back any longer, and kowtowed and begged.
"Please, Second Prince, have mercy on His Highness! His Highness's hand injury has not yet healed and he cannot withstand such torment. I am willing to take the punishment in His Highness's place. Please, Second Prince, spare my life!"
"Noisy." Xiao Ziyan frowned in annoyance at his noise, but he mercifully moved his foot away.
He said slowly and deliberately, "Since you are so insistent, I will not force you. It is just a painting. Since you treasure it so much, I will give it to you."
Xiao Ziwu's hand was already bruised and bloody, and in some places it was even bleeding. He didn't care, and just looked down at the painting. The paper was clean and untouched.
Her brow relaxed slightly as she tried to pick up the painting and put it away, but Xiao Ziyan grabbed it first. When he saw that the person in the portrait was himself, he clicked his tongue in displeasure.
"What a pity, such good drawing skills."
Leaving behind a casual remark, Xiao Ziyan led his entourage away in a grand procession.
...
The maple leaves, unable to stay on the branches, fluttered down in a flurry, carrying with them a touch of withering beauty.
On the marble floor, apart from the layers of fallen leaves, there was also a portrait torn to pieces, which could only be vaguely discerned as a black and white portrait.
Xiao Ziwu stared at the fragments for a long time, his slender fingers suddenly clenching tightly, so tightly that his knuckles turned white without him even noticing.
Chang Lai's anxious cries rang in his ears: "Your Highness, let go quickly, or the blood will start to seep out again!"
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