Miss Wen's life really was leisurely!
Still, I had to admit, she was quite skillful.
His gaze swept over Wen Li's work as Fu Qian offered his critiques one by one. A few of the masks already had a remarkable air about them.
"After you left, I looked at the sketches you'd left behind. They were so impressive that I couldn't help trying my hand at them. Don't worry, I'll put them away properly. I definitely won't let them get out."
Wen Li smiled a little sheepishly as she emphasized this.
"It's fine. The Great Fortune Ming King has made a name for himself across the land. These masks might even become a hit in a couple of days."
To her surprise, Fu Qian waved his hand, giving her free rein.
"He certainly has made a name for himself."
Still shocked, Wen Li confirmed Fu Qian wasn't joking and relaxed.
She set her pen aside. Then, with a completely serious nod, she revealed a slightly uncanny smile.
"Shangjing has been in an uproar these past few days. The Great Fortune Ming King appeared out of nowhere and fought two young talents, Taylor and Jiang En. Then he even paid a visit to the Jiang Clan's ancestral home, where he cowed the crowd. No one dared challenge him."
Wen Li grew more and more impassioned as she spoke, though her voice was still far too gentle to match the drama.
"I heard about it and was so taken with the story that I started drawing these masks by hand."
Trying to imitate my style? Miss, you're getting bolder by the day.
Fu Qian stared at Wen Li expressionlessly. She broke character a second later, her smile fading as she straightened up.
"Sorry, but that really is how people are telling the