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The people at the front admired Mingyue Xian to the point of worship.

Among them were those who had previously opposed Song Qingning's entry into the court; they all wanted to take advantage of Song Qingning's embarrassment today to give her a good dressing down.

First, she needs to understand that a woman should marry properly and be a good wife and mother.

Secondly, it is important to make those who do not understand painting understand that not everyone can paint casually, and not everyone can create stunning masterpieces like Mingyue Xian.

Before they even saw the painting, they had already prepared their disparaging remarks.

"This painting is absolutely terrible..."

Unsightly.

However, a quick glance at the painting reveals that it is not "unbearable to look at" as a whole, making it impossible to use those four words to describe it.

Not only is it not "unbearable to look at", but it is also pleasing to the eye.

A person who cannot paint cannot create such a painting.

Song Qingning is actually skilled in painting, and even has some basic knowledge of it!

The group frowned, glanced at Song Qingning, and were surprised that her hands, which were used to wield swords and fight on the battlefield, could also hold a brush and paint.

Almost simultaneously, they all felt a little uneasy.

But what good is being able to paint?

Overall it's good, but the details might not be handled well.

The group continued to nitpick with remarkable coordination.

"The use of color..."

The bright and grand colors perfectly showcase the solemnity and grandeur of the sacrificial ceremony to Heaven.

"This stroke..."

The brushstrokes are fluid and skillful, and the entire portrait was completed in one go without any pauses.

The expressions on their faces grew increasingly grave.

There's nothing wrong with this.

Not only is it flawless, but every detail is exquisite and admirable.

Moreover, the style of this painting is very familiar.

"What's going on here? Are you finished tasting? If you are, could you please move aside so that others can also have a taste?"

The people waiting to see the painting couldn't wait any longer.

These are people who have appreciated countless paintings. It's shameful that they would dawdle so much over finding fault with a painting of a military general.

If it doesn't work, let someone else do it!

The group of people who had been there earlier all frowned and took a step back, but the painting remained imprinted in their minds, and the more they thought about it, the more something seemed off.

A new group of people was brought in.

The reactions of these people were exactly the same as those of the people who had just been there.

Then, another batch was selected.

Then, another batch.

Everyone was there to see how bad the painting would be, but after appreciating it, everyone fell silent, lost in thought.

Some people were even filled with turmoil.

"What? Did Commander Song not draw well? What's with all those expressions?" Empress Meng frowned.

Song Qingyan hurriedly pleaded for Song Qingning, "Your Majesty, please forgive her. Qingning did not mean to offend anyone. Please do not blame her."

"Please don't take it to heart. Just pretend she never painted it. If my hand is healed in the future, I will paint today's grand event for everyone to enjoy."

As soon as she finished speaking, the officials from the aristocratic families all looked at her, their brows furrowing with even deeper doubt.

"Lord Song's painting has not offended our eyes," one of them said.

I had a guess in my mind, but I wasn't sure.

He wasn't the only one with this suspicion, but like him, everyone else, even if they had a guess, wasn't sure.

They were all looking at the painting. Even those who couldn't see it were recalling the details in their minds, carefully pondering and considering the possibility of their guesses.

The more I pondered it, the more certain my guess became.

The more certain I became, the more alarmed I felt, accompanied by a growing sense of self-reproach.

He would never dare to be disrespectful to Song Qingning again, saying, "Lord Song paints very well."

"Yes, Lord Song's painting is indeed very good."

Is it well drawn?

Song Qingyan sneered inwardly.

I am certain that Song Qingning could not possibly paint well.

They said Song Qingning painted well, either out of consideration for their colleague relationship or out of respect for her, and thus gave Song Qingning face.

Song Qingyan didn't want Song Qingning to be dignified.

If she chooses to paint, she should bear the consequences.

Song Qingyan feigned relief, "Qingyan thanks everyone for their kindness to Qingning. Qingning has been practicing swordsmanship since she was a child, and I thought she wouldn't know anything about painting, but I didn't expect her to know it."

"Qingning, you secretly learned this technique while I was painting, didn't you?"

"Why did you have to learn by stealing? If you wanted to learn, you could have told me sooner and I would have taught you, but now..."

"You hurt my hand, so I can't teach you anymore."

Song Qingyan brought up the fact that Song Qingning had injured her hand again, trying to incite everyone's blame and disgust towards Song Qingning.

But someone suddenly asked, "Consort Song, is it really true that your hands can no longer paint?"

"Yes," Song Qingyan sighed.

"pity……"

Some people shook their heads.

At this moment, everyone had the same thought in their minds.

If Song Qingyan's hands can still draw, she will still have a chance to prove herself.

But now, with this painting in front of them, they saw it painted by Song Qingning with their own eyes, and there was no way to fake it; it was Mingyue Xian's painting.

Structure, brushstrokes, and color usage.

Every detail is in Mingyuexian's style, exactly the same.

No one needs to prove it themselves.

And this concubine of Song...

Those present admired Mingyue Xian; none of them were fools.

After guessing, pondering, and gradually becoming certain, they probably understand what's going on.

This concubine of Song, seeking fame and fortune, actually seized Mingyue Xian's painting and identity, scheming to deceive the world and making them run around in circles.

It's absolutely hateful!

"Consort Song, even if your hand wasn't injured and you could still paint, you still couldn't paint a picture of Mingyue Xian!" someone said indignantly.

One person started it, and the others immediately chimed in:

"Using injury as an excuse, she actually knows she's an imposter and dares not paint for fear of being exposed. Ha, Consort Song, your methods are truly brilliant."

"What's so clever about it? It's nothing but despicable. Using such base methods to try and fool the world, indulging in vanity, it's utterly ugly!"

Angry accusations and disgusted gazes swept over Song Qingyan.

Song Qingyan was taken aback.

What do they mean?

Using injury as an excuse... a fake...

Song Qingyan realized something, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes. As if to confirm something, she hurriedly walked to the painting.

Upon seeing the painting, Song Qingyan's body went limp, as if all her strength had been drained away.

This painting… how could this be? Song Qingning actually…

"Qingyan, what's going on?" Xie Yuqi finally realized something was amiss.

These aristocratic officials admired Mingyue Xian and always greeted Song Qingyan with a smile.

But just now they were criticizing her.

Xie Yuqi knew that the reason for everything lay in the painting that Song Qingning had painted.

He asked the question and strode forward.

He wanted to see the painting.

Song Qingyan was in a panic.

Seeing Xie Yuqi approach, her body went limp and alarm bells went off. Only one thought occupied her mind: she couldn't let the prince see this painting.

Without hesitation, Song Qingyan stepped forward and stood in front of Xie Yuqi, saying, "Your Highness, it's nothing, really nothing."

She tried her best to maintain a smile, but it looked forced.

Xie Yuqi became increasingly suspicious.

Song Qingyan clung tightly to Xie Yuqi's sleeve. "Your Highness, I... I have a stomachache. Please take me back to my room... no, please take me back to the palace!"

Xie Yuqi frowned.

She's faking a pregnancy, so why would she have stomach pain?

Song Qingyan didn't want him to see the painting, so he was even more determined to see it.

With a resolute glint in his eyes, Xie Yuqi shook off Song Qingyan's hand.