Chu Tingwei knew she could not stop this guy, so she changed her tune. "What I mean is, don't publish the paintings under your own name. Look at Tang Yu—hardly anyone knows those paintings are his work. That way, who would think that Kyoto's most handsome man was so filthy and lecherous in private?"
Tang Yu, who had been caught in the crossfire, let out a cold, humorless laugh.
I'm filthy.
And how much better are you?
Don't you have any damn clue what you did with my body?
With Tang Yu as precedent, Sui Wanhe found it rather convincing as well. Smiling sweetly at Tang Yu, she said, "Tang Yu, see? It's not just me. Even Mother, who has only met you once or twice, can tell that you're filthy and lecherous."
After saying that, she suddenly realized something was off.
Her mother and Tang Yu should not have met many times.
How did she know so much about him?
As intelligent as Chu Tingwei was, she immediately realized that her words had been inappropriate. Without changing her expression, she said, "Though I have not met Tang Yu often, anyone who could teach Her Highness to paint such things and give Her Highness that kind of gift—how could he not be filthy and lecherous?"
Sui Wanhe instantly felt that this made perfect sense. She looked at Tang Yu and laughed with undisguised glee.
"Your Highness said you'd keep it secret, then sold me out the next moment? Don't come asking me to do anything for you again."
Tang Yu curled his lip.
"Oh, it's nothing. Mother won't go blabbing. We're all family."
Sui Wanhe felt a little embarrassed too. She really had handled this poorly, so she generously offered, "Weren't you going to that Great Dao Spirit Realm or