Everyone present praised it highly, but Jiang Chuwei shook her head slightly and said softly, "The painting is good, but it's too craftsman-like."
Yao Ruofeng was instantly enraged, "What ability do you have to dare to spout such nonsense!"
Jiang Chuwei smiled silently, picked up her brush, and with a few strokes, sketched a landscape painting. Upon completion, everyone was astonished, and after a moment of silence, burst into applause.
Consort Zheng gazed at the painting, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes. "Miss Jiang is indeed a hidden talent. This painting has a profound artistic conception and is truly a masterpiece."
Yao Ruofeng's face turned ashen. She glared fiercely at Jiang Chuwei and said nothing more. The small competition ended in Jiang Chuwei's victory.
She understood that this was a trap set by Consort Zheng, but under the watchful eyes of everyone...
Jiang Chuwei wouldn't hide anything.
“Painting landscapes is not a skill in itself; what matters is creating paintings with your own unique style to truly impress people.”
The speaker was Consort Zheng's own niece.
Jiang Chuwei looked at her and felt that she was a stranger.
Jiang Chuwei smiled and replied, "Then what brilliant idea does this young lady have?" Consort Zheng's niece chuckled and said arrogantly, "Of course I can paint. However, what's the point of just comparing paintings? How about adding a wager?" Jiang Chuwei raised an eyebrow and asked, "Oh? What do you want to wager?" "If I win, you will kowtow to me, admit your mistakes, and acknowledge that you are inferior to me."
Consort Zheng's niece, Zheng Yu, glared at her aggressively. Jiang Chuwei laughed heartily and said without fear, "Fine, if I lose, I'll do as you say. But what if you lose?" "I..." Zheng Yu was speechless for a moment.
At this moment, Consort Zheng stepped forward to smooth things over, saying, "How about this: if you lose, you will give your jade bracelet to Miss Jiang. And if Miss Jiang loses, she will give you her necklace. What do you say?" The two exchanged a glance and nodded in agreement.
The competition began, and Consort Zheng's niece picked up her paintbrush and began to paint meticulously. However, when she saw Jiang Chuwei's painting, her expression turned extremely ugly.
All Jiang Chuwei drew was a human skeleton.
How can this be considered a painting?
"Jiang Chuwei, who do you think you are?" Zheng Yu said angrily.
"His Majesty has arrived!" Everyone knelt down to welcome him.
Consort Zheng walked over to greet the Emperor with a beaming smile.
Today, the Emperor has come to save face for her.
The Empress seemed like a completely different person. Aside from daily Buddhist rituals, she no longer had any thoughts of jealousy or rivalry. Consort Zheng became the sole ruler of the palace.
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