She couldn't help but blush, took a few steps back, and timidly bowed: "Your Highness, your Highness, your Highness has received your greetings."
Zhao Yuanyu waved his hand carelessly, but his eyes were drawn to the painting on the table. He couldn't help but praise it: "The brushstrokes are delicate, the layout is rich, the ink is bright, and the artistic conception is secluded. It's really a good painting."
Fu Qianyin lowered her head, feeling the heat on her face spreading to her ears. "My painting skills are poor, and I am unworthy of Your Highness's praise."
"By the way, which family are you from? Why have I never seen you before?"
Fu Qianyin was about to respond when she heard hurried footsteps behind her. "Oh, my Lord, why are you still here? The Queen Mother is waiting anxiously."
The person who came was Mao Cheng.
Seeing Fu Qianyin there, he hurriedly bowed and said, "Your servant greets Miss Fu."
Hearing that the girl's surname was Fu, Prince Gong frowned and asked, "Miss, is your surname Fu?"
Mao Cheng explained with a smile, "This is Concubine Yi's younger sister. She just entered the palace yesterday."
"I see." Prince Gong quickly bowed and said, "I was rude just now. Please don't blame me, young lady."
Fu Qianyin's cheeks flushed red, like a peach blossom in bloom: "Your Highness, you are too polite."
Mao Cheng urged: "Your Highness, please hurry up. The Queen Mother is waiting for you."
"Goodbye."
"Farewell, Your Majesty."
Fu Qianyin knelt down and bowed. After the person left, she raised her head, but she didn't expect Zhao Yuanyu to turn back at this time.
Their eyes met, and there was a flash of surprise in each other's eyes.
Although Fu Qianyu and Fu Qianyin were born of the same mother, they each have their own beauty.
The former is like a rose with thorns and is aggressive.
The latter is more like a blooming white lotus, a kind of quiet and indifferent beauty.
With just one glance, Zhao Yuanyu brought the person in front of him into the painting of beauty he had seen in the Zichen Palace.
The beauty has her hair tied up in a bun and is wearing light silk clothing.
Eyebrows like a crescent moon, eyes like autumn water.
A frown or a smile can easily evoke the softest ripples in your heart.
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