It was clear that Xing Wencha had not fully comprehended this "innate" painting either, which was why he had kept dwelling on it. After drinking, he had occasionally let slip that he could not understand the painting, making everyone in the world who enjoyed viewing art feel mystified and curious.
Naturally, I wanted to know how others saw something even I could not decipher. Xing Wenqing had also lavishly praised my conduct when I admired her paintings at the Academy of Calligraphy and Painting, and explained how Xing Wencha had previously hit a wall when he went to Heavenly City to deliver the painting. That finally untied the knot in Xing Wencha's heart.
Xing Wencha was an out-and-out official fanatic, though he was not very good at being an official. Once his heart's knot was undone, he realized that it was not I who looked down on him, but someone else. Naturally, he regained quite a bit of hope. As long as his entire household was not executed and they were merely exiled to Sacred Beast Immortal City, there was still hope for a comeback.
Thus, Xing Wencha naturally began fawning and flattering, his backbone bending considerably.
"Lord City Master is actually interested in my daughter's 'innate' painting. Even if Xing Wencha were to give it to the Lord City Master, it would be nothing at all—let alone merely letting you take a look!" Xing Wencha's attitude had made a complete three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn; I had already seen it moments ago, so his current state did not startle me.
Xing Wenqing's face flushed for him, and she hurriedly said, "Father! You said before that no matter who came, you would never let them see this painting! After burying it, you never dug it up again, and no one even knows where