After finishing the painting, seeing the empty space beside her, she simply wrote down the few lines of poetry she had composed and signed her name. While painting, she constantly felt a gaze fixed on her back, making her feel slightly uncomfortable.
Before the ink was dry, a servant came over, picked up the painting, showed it to everyone, and then hung it on a shelf next to it.
"It's not that great, it's neither a painting nor a poem!"
"The artistic conception is spot-on, and the inscription is also quite fitting. Excellent!"
"They're all just back views, what's there to see?"
"The willow tree is painted quite well."
"Who is the woman in the picture? And who is the man behind her? It's so intriguing."
The whispers of the crowd reached her ears, but Xiang Wan paid them no heed. After putting down her brush and ink, she stood at a table. A servant brought over a bamboo tube and walked past the young masters. She wasn't surprised that anyone put long bamboo skewers into it; she hadn't expected anything. However, she heard the sound of bamboo skewers going into the tube and looked over in surprise. She saw the servant also looking up at her with a smile.
Xiang Wan's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad feeling.
"Wow, this young man must be her lover. He didn't even watch the rest of the show before putting all the tickets in."
"What's so strange about the little romantic gestures between couples?"
Such comments were incessant, making Xiang Wan's earlobes bleed and her face burn with embarrassment. She glared fiercely at the person who made the gesture. Besides Yuan Feng, she truly couldn't imagine anyone else being so bored as to do such a thing. The person she glared at seemed oblivious to her glare, continuing to laugh gleefully, drawing another round of gasps from the crowd. Xiang Wan was utterly mortified, wishing she could disappear into the ground.
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