Upon closer inspection, Nan Lingqin realized that Yuwen Yao was actually painting a woman in light green gauze and soft silk, her figure graceful and elegant, but her face was missing facial features.
"Okay, I understand. You may leave now." Yuwen Yao didn't even look up.
"yes."
Nan Lingqin was somewhat disappointed, but to avoid arousing suspicion, she still turned around.
"Wait."
Yuwen Yao suddenly called out to her again, looking at her with a cold and indifferent voice, "Can you paint?"
Nan Lingqin was taken aback, then turned and bowed, "Your Highness, I know a little."
Of course she wanted to stay and watch Yuwen Yao drink the porridge with her own eyes.
"Alright, come here."
Yuwen Yao waved to her.
Although Nan Lingqin was puzzled, she still carefully stepped forward and walked to Yuwen Yao's side.
"I haven't even started painting the features of the woman in this painting yet. Can you help me figure out how to paint her? If you paint her well, I will reward you."
A reward? Ha!
Just as Nan Lingqin was hesitating, Yuwen Yao handed her the pen.
"Cough cough..." As soon as Nan Lingqin took it, she couldn't help but cough. The tremor caused a drop of ink from the wolf-hair brush to splash onto the painting, landing right on the woman's chest.
It slowly spread out, resembling black cinnabar.
Nan Lingqin immediately bowed deeply, utterly terrified, "Please forgive me, Your Highness."
"Have you caught a cold?"
Yuwen Yao, instead of blaming the heavens, frowned and sighed softly.
Nan Lingqin could only nod, "Yes, Your Highness."
"Okay, come on, let's draw."
Yuwen Yao pushed the painting closer.
Nan Lingqin held the pen, but in her heart she was thinking about how much chance she would have of winning if she made a move at such close range.
After all, she had never known the extent of Yuwen Yao's martial arts skills.
She didn't want her ambush to backfire and expose herself.
"What are you thinking about?"
After only a brief pause, Yuwen Yao's words sent a shiver down Nan Lingqin's spine. Yes, she had almost forgotten that this man was incredibly perceptive and discerning.
Nan Lingqin pursed her lips and immediately picked up her brush to paint.
For some reason, upon seeing the woman on the table, he suddenly felt an unbearable burning resentment and picked up his brush to draw.
She had the figure of a graceful woman, but her face had been altered to resemble a man's features.
It was so rough and out of place.
"Your Highness, I have finished drawing it."
Nan Lingqin put down her brush and was about to leave when Yuwen Yao suddenly grabbed her wrist, his eyes darkening. "This is your painting?"
Yuwen Yao's face darkened, and his aura turned icy.
"Your Highness, I am not very good at drawing women, so... please forgive me."
"You really can't draw?"
Yuwen Yao was unusually patient, but he didn't let go of Nan Lingqin's wrist. Then he frowned and asked, "How did Yu Qingyi select the soldiers? Someone as thin as you can go to the front line?"
"Your subordinate..."
Before Nan Lingqin could finish speaking, Yuwen Yao suddenly pulled her forcefully, dragging her directly onto his large stool, where she sat down next to him.
Nan Lingqin concealed the shock in her heart, her face contorted in distress, "Your Highness, this humble servant..."
"So powerless, it's truly..."
As Nan Lingqin's mind raced, wondering if Yuwen Yao had discovered her identity, Yuwen Yao pushed her away with extreme disgust.
From beginning to end, apart from him holding her wrist, their bodies, not even their clothes, never touched.
"If you continue like this, you will suffer a great loss if the enemy invades. I will have Yu Qingyi transfer you to the back kitchen later."
"...Yes, Your Highness."
"As for this painting..."
His Highness the Crown Prince, however, had no intention of letting her go. Looking at the painting, a deep light flickered in his phoenix eyes, and he suddenly smiled bitterly, "Actually, your painting is quite good too. Since we can't meet, perhaps this is how we should cherish our memories..."
Nan Lingqin was slightly taken aback.
Is this a portrait of her?
She's not that ugly.
It's impossible, but this opportunity is so good...
Nan Lingqin's eyes were filled with hatred, and a light aura swirled in her palm, already stirring with desire. She reached out...
Yuwen Yao suddenly stood up and pushed the bowl of porridge towards him, saying, "Your painting is good, here you go."
Nan Lingqin withdrew the energy in her palm and looked at Yuwen Yao.
"Drink up, you should drink more porridge if you have caught a cold."
Is Yuwen Yao sure he didn't do this on purpose? She definitely added something to the porridge.
"Your subordinate..."
"Do you intend to refuse?"
Yuwen Yao was instantly enraged; his mood was truly unpredictable.
Nan Lingqin suddenly felt very frustrated. She had failed in her sneak attack and now she had to drink porridge.
It was patrol time outside, and if she disobeyed Yu Yao, not only would she not be able to escape unscathed, but Xu Yiran and the others outside would also be implicated.
Nan Lingqin hesitated for a long time before finally walking over with her head down, reaching out to take the porridge. "Thank you, Your Highness, for your generous gift."
This contains laxatives; if she drinks it, she…
"Be careful." Just as Nan Lingqin was about to put the porridge into her mouth, Yuwen Yao suddenly raised his long sleeve, pulled Nan Lingqin back, and then they both fell onto the couch next to them for people to rest.
"Bang."
The porridge spilled, and the bowl fell to the ground.
A silver needle landed right in the porridge, indicating that someone had ambushed them.
However, Yuwen Yao was pressing down on her.
"Reporting, Your Highness... Your Highness..."
Just then, Tingfeng appeared and stared blankly at the scene before him, speechless.
The junior officer who followed him into the tent was also dumbfounded.
Your Highness, what is this...?
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