Immediately, a paper was brought up where the bet had been written in black ink on white paper. The three read it over once. Since there werenât any questions, they put down their fingerprints.
âTo the imperial garden!â
Because of the bet of the three princesses, it became crowded inside the imperial garden. Aside from those high level officials and their wives who were in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, the aristocratic and officialsâ families who were waiting outside also came over. Everyone wanted to see this competition.
Seeing Murong Qi Qi once again, Li Yun Qing and Shangguan Wu Ji were shocked. Normally, she was dressed very plainly; now that she had dressed up, she didnât lose to others. When they saw Feng Cang next to Murong Qi Qi, they were even more surprised. So Nan Lin wang1 turned out to be such a beautiful person!
Feng Cangâs appearance once again caused a small sensation. All those bad rumors about him was crushed by that devilishly beautiful face of his. In particular, the hearts of those misses were greatly moved. When they saw Murong Qi Qiâs clothes and crown, they all became envious.
âHeavens! Is she Murong Qi Qi?â
Duanmu Yi Yi prodded Murong Qing Lian and found that the other party had lost her mind on Feng Cangâs beauty.
Duanmu Yi Yi had already seen Feng Cang. He is indeed a stunning man, but Duanmu Yi Yi felt such a devilishly beautiful man is too unreal. In comparison, she prefers Longze Jing Tian more.
Duanmu Yi Yi already knew that Ming Yue Xin had come to form a marriage alliance. Now, Ming Yue Xin is competing with Murong Qi Qi. Although Duanmu Yi Yi doesnât like Murong Qi Qi, but she still hopes that Murong Qi Qi will win. After all, if Murong Qi Qi wins, Ming Yue Xin will lose face. In Duanmu Yi Yiâs eyes, that is a happy thing.
Murong Qing Lianâs eyes never left Feng Cang since the moment he appeared. Heavens, since the moment she was born until now, she actually didnât know that in this world, thereâs such a man. He really is the favorite of the heaven and earth... ...
After the bet agreement was made public, the content caused an uproar. Itâs known in the capital that Murong Qi Qi is a rubbish. Even if she had recently made two songs, but it still canât change her identity as a rubbish. On the surface, this didnât seem to be a bet in favor of Murong Qi Qi!
âBig brother, what do you think?â
At Bai Yi Yueâs side stood Bai Mu Fei. The brother is handsome, the sister fresh and pure. They looked very outstanding in the crowd.
âAh......â
Bai Mu Fei smiled, this third miss Murong had brought them too many miracles. Presumably, today there will also be a miracle!
âI bet that princess Zhao Yang will win!â
Bai Mu Fei was so sure, Bai Yi Yue also smiled: âI think the same as big brother!â
But this was only the Bai sibling thoughts. In most peopleâs eyes, Murong Qi Qi will definitely lose. No! She is dead! After she loses, Ming Yue Xin will take her life. So losing is dying. Dying is also losing.
The platform where the painting competition would take place was built in a moment. Three people, three places where they would not disturb each other. The time is one incense stick. Incense has been lit. Paint of good quality was brought out for the three people by palace servants.
When they reached Murong Qi Qi, just as the palace maid was about to hand over the paint, she had a slip of hand. The porcelain box fell on the ground, breaking into pieces. The paint inside scattered all over the ground. With a gust of wind, those powdered colors flew away.
âAiya, how can you be so careless?!â
Longze Yu Erâs voice, which sounded like sheâs rejoicing from otherâs misfortune, sounded at the back of Murong Qi Qi.
âWhat do we do now? Without paint, how can you paint, ah?â
âAsking princess for forgiveness! This slave didnât do it on purpose! This slave didnât do it on purpose!â
Although the palace maid knelt down in front of Murong Qi Qi and her mouth kept saying âasking princess for forgivenessâ, but the tone of her voice didnât show any guilt. It seemed that it had some happiness and the feeling of success in it. It seemed that this palace maid definitely did it on purpose and she mustâve been ordered by someone.
Such a person, she would definitely calculate with her in a moment. Murong Qi Qi rolled the paper open. She leisurely started grinding.
âFirst, continue kneeling......â
Originally, she thought that without paint, Murong Qi Qi would surely become frantic or directly admit defeat, but all this time, she was calm as if nothing had affected her mood. Instead, it let people admire this princess Zhao Yangâs tolerance.
The wind was blowing slowly. The incense had already burned down to half.
Ming Yue Xin and Longze Yu Er have long began to paint, only Murong Qi Qi was still grinding. She seemed like she wasnât worried, making the onlookers couldnât help but pinch a cold sweat for her!
At this time, Longze Jing Tian couldnât sit still anymore. Whatâs the matter with Murong Qi Qi? Just now, she had the look that she would win; so why is she indifferent now? Could it be that she gave up? Or is it that she really didnât want to be Nan Lin wangfei2? If itâs like that, then after she loses and Ming Yue Xin is making trouble for her, he must come forward to protect her!
Compared to Longze Jing Tian, Ming Yue Chengâs expression seemed more at ease, but in his heart, he was really worried. He didnât know what Murong Qi Qi wanted to do. Although heâs very willing to believe that Murong Qi Qi would win, but towards this imperial little sister Ming Yue Xinâs capabilities, Ming Yue Cheng is more or less clear about. If in the end, Murong Qi Qi really lost, what method should he use to protect her?
The only person who didnât change was Feng Cang. This wangye seemed assured of success. His expression was calm as always. He sipped tea with an expression that showed he was not worried. And his calm demeanor looked more tempting, making Murong Qing Lian blush.
Why did Murong Qi Qi this rubbish had to meet such a man? If she had known itâll be like this, then she shouldâve taken the initiative and pleaded. Even if itâs chongxi3!
âYou, get up!â
Finally, just when everyone almost lost their patience with waiting, Murong Qi Qi commanded with her fingers at the palace maid who had just broken the porcelain box to let her come over.
Seeing Murong Qi Qiâs innocent looking face, the palace maid glanced at the person high up. That person nodded at her. Only then did the palace maid slowly stand up and walked to Murong Qi Qi.
âPrincess, what matter do you have by looking for this slave?â
âYou destroyed bengongâs4 paint, of course you need to lend some color to help bengong finish this painting!â
âThis slave didnât do it on purpose. Princess, what do you want this slave to do?â
Although sheâs claiming that she didnât do it on purpose, but on the palace maidâs face, thereâs written âdeliberately did itâ.
And the eyes of the palace maid betrayed her inner thoughts. The one she looked at was precisely the empress who got pregnant because of Murong Qi Qiâs help... ...Duanmu Qing.
âThatâs easy. Come here!â
When the other party moved her head over, Murong Qi Qi grabbed the palace maidâs hair. She poured all the ink in palace maidâs mouth.
Not waiting for people to understand the situation, Murong Qi Qi slapped the palace maid twice on her face.
âPu... ...â
The palace maid felt pain. She opened her mouth. The black ink sprayed like rain on the paper.
âThanks!â
Murong Qi Qiâs voice just fell, in her hand thereâs suddenly a shiny dagger. The palace maid didnât have time to struggle. On her white neck, thereâs a trace of blood. The next moment, blood gushed out.
âAh!â
The palace maid felt pain. She struggled while screaming. But unfortunately, her hair was held by Murong Qi Qi. She couldnât break out. Looking once more, Murong Qi Qiâs right hand has a brush now. She mixed the blood with the ink and began to paint quickly on the paper.
TL Note: I donât understand why they just donât go get another set of paint. Itâs almost impossible for the palace to only have three boxes of paint.
Wanng/ wangye: prince of the first rank â©
Wangfei: main wife of a wangye â©
Chongxi: Chongxi: arrange a wedding for a very ill young man with the hope that the âevent of great joyâ will drive away his bad luck and hasten his recovery, what does it matter?! To be able to be with such a man, even if in the next moment sheâd die, sheâll still be happy â©
Bengong: I, used by the females of the imperial family