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Everyone present was stunned when Minister Cui said this.

Song Qingyan's body stiffened slightly.

Her hands are ruined, how can she paint?

Song Qingyan looked to Xie Yuqi for help, waiting for him to refuse.

Xie Yuqi was only slightly taken aback before saying, "Minister Cui, have you forgotten that Mingyue Xian's hand is still injured and hasn't healed yet? I'm afraid she won't be able to personally paint this grand ceremony today."

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. My hand was injured by Song Qingning. Otherwise, I would have been very willing to paint and record this magnificent scene."

Song Qingyan raised her right hand, deliberately saying that it was Song Qingning who had injured her.

Tell everyone that it was Song Qingning who ruined Mingyuexian's painting ability.

Song Qingning is a sinner!

Sure enough, some people looked at Song Qingning with a hint of reproach in their eyes.

For an artist, their hands are their life.

Song Qingning should never have hurt Mingyuexian's hand!

If Mingyue Xian's hand never heals, Song Qingning's sin will be even greater.

Minister Cui seemed to suddenly realize something, and helplessly tapped his head, chuckling, "Look at my memory, I forgot that Mingyue Xian's hand is injured and she can't paint. But this painter's work is really not very good. Why don't you paint it, Lord Song?"

Minister Cui looked at Song Qingning.

Everyone was surprised.

Then he laughed.

"Lord Cui, are you confused? Lord Song is a military general; she's adept at wielding swords and spears, and fighting on the battlefield. But to use a paintbrush to paint? Ha, ha... Aren't you making things difficult for her?"

No one believed that Song Qingning could paint.

They were even afraid of not being able to hold a pen properly.

The laughter pleased Song Qingyan. "Yes, Minister Cui, Qingning can't paint."

"No?"

Minister Cui frowned. "But she told me herself that she can paint, and she paints quite well. I thought she and Mingyue Xian were from the same family and that she had inherited some of their skills."

"Then Lord Cui has misunderstood. How could she have received any real teachings?" Song Qingyan said with a smile.

He then slowly walked towards Song Qingning, frowning, "Qingning, why are you telling others again that you can paint? You're always so mischievous. Quickly apologize to Minister Cui. You were just joking with him. Minister Cui is magnanimous and won't blame you for lying to him."

Her tone was reproachful, as if Song Qingning had told people more than once that she could paint and often used this to deceive them.

Song Qingning, however, seemed not to have heard her words.

Song Qingyan was a little angry and lowered her voice:

"Song Qingning, I know what you're thinking. You told Minister Cui that you can paint, but it's just vanity. Do you really think you can steal my identity as Mingyue Xian?"

"Your hand is crippled, and you don't have Mingyue Xian's seal. What are you going to use to take it from me?!"

"So apologize quickly, and let's just let this go. We're sisters, I'll give you a chance."

She's willing to give that opportunity.

Song Qingning, however, did not want it.

"Thank you, cousin," Song Qingning said.

He then bypassed Song Qingyan and walked towards the crowd.

Song Qingning stopped beside Minister Cui.

Song Qingyan thought that Song Qingning had listened to her advice and was going to clarify to Minister Cui that she could not paint.

However, Song Qingning bowed to Emperor Yuan and said, "I have studied painting since I was a child and I can paint. I wish to paint today's grand ceremony of offering sacrifices to Heaven for Your Majesty's enjoyment."

Song Qingyan's smile froze slightly.

Song Qingning!

Wasn't she supposed to apologize and clarify? She won't listen to her!

"emperor……"

Song Qingyan spoke up, trying to deny that Song Qingning could paint.

A voice drowned out her.

"You sisters are really strange. One says she can do it, while the other says the other can't. It's simple to tell whether you can or can't. Why not just have Commander Song draw it?" Empress Meng said.

"Yes, paint it! Master Mingyue's paintings are exquisite, with stunning landscapes and elegant charm. Lord Song, you mustn't embarrass Mingyue!"

"Yes, I also want to see what a hand that holds a knife and a sword can create when it holds a pen and paints."

Immediately, everyone agreed.

Most of them resented Song Qingning for injuring Mingyuexian's hand and wanted to see her make a fool of herself.

Song Qingning accepted the order.

He then went to the side, took paper, brushes, and paints from the artist, and quietly began to paint.

The sacrificial ceremony to Heaven continued.

No one paid much attention to Song Qingning anymore, except for Song Qingyan.

Seeing Song Qingning pick up a paintbrush with her right hand, Song Qingyan felt a sense of unease.

Xie Yuqi noticed, "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Song Qingyan steadied herself. She couldn't let the prince discover that she wasn't Mingyue Xian.

Although Song Qingning could hold a paintbrush, her hands had been injured.

The doctor said that even writing was difficult for her, let alone painting.

Song Qingning's actions today stem from her unwillingness to accept defeat.

He must have been spurred on by the admiration the aristocratic officials showed her, which sparked his desire to compete with her.

But reality will teach her a lesson.

When she realized that she could no longer paint the same pictures as before, she naturally accepted her fate.

After calming herself down, Song Qingyan obediently put on a smile. "Your Highness, I'm fine. I'm just a little worried that Qingning will embarrass herself. After all, she's my cousin, and I can't bear to see her like that."

Xie Yuqi glanced at Song Qingning, but didn't take her seriously.

It's just a painting; it won't affect anything.

"You did very well just now. After the sacrificial ceremony, you need to take good care of your health. I will come to your room every night." Xie Yuqi said meaningfully.

Today, through divine revelation, a hint has been planted in everyone's hearts.

After the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven concluded, it was only natural to send someone to request the appointment of a crown prince.

He was determined to get the position of crown prince.

And Xie Xuanjin...

He had the Shence Army and the Meng family, but he also had to consider whether the civil officials would support him.

Just like Prince Su back then.

Prince Su poisoned the crown prince, and the officials condemned him, forcing Prince Su to rebel. The emperor then took the opportunity to quell the rebellion.

The Emperor became the biggest winner.

Xie Yuqi actually hoped that everyone would support him as the crown prince, which would force Xie Xuanjin to rebel, so that he could take the opportunity to kill him.

Xie Yuqi looked at Xie Xuanjin, his heart filled with murderous intent.

He and Xie Xuanjin were destined to have only one of them survive.

He, Xie Yuqi, will be the one who has the last laugh.

Just as the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven ended, Song Qingning finished her painting.

Empress Meng glanced at Song Qingning, quite intrigued. "Finished the painting so quickly?"

"I have finished drawing." Song Qingning took a step back.

Everyone was surprised that she finished the drawing so quickly, but it made sense.

I'm not good at drawing, but I can quickly sketch a rough draft.

Everyone could almost guess that Lord Song was about to make a fool of himself.

"Lord Song, may we allow everyone to sample it?"

It's called an appreciation, but it's really about watching a good show.

Song Qingning smiled and asked the Emperor and Empress for instructions, "I leave it to Your Majesty and Your Highness to decide."

"Paintings are meant to be appreciated. Everyone should go and see if Commander Song can actually paint," Empress Meng said.

Then, a group of officials from prominent families stepped forward one after another.