"So Mother actually knew all along that I was using my desire to learn painting as an excuse to win over a future official of the Great Qin Dynasty?" Chu Yu's gaze flickered.
"Young Master, Madam only..."
Before he could finish, Chu Yu's face darkened. "I'm her own son, not Third Brother!"
The implication was clear: what kind of mother kept tabs on her own son?
"..." Wu Tian fell silent.
Just then, Su Zhe and Su Qian came out of the building.
"Young Master Chu, shall we go?"
"After you, Brother Su." Chu Yu extended his right hand in invitation, his expression instantly turning amiable.
The Painting Workshop, Painting Gallery.
A scholar-looking Chu Ming stood in front of a scroll. On either side of him were Ning Hao, who looked like a burly thug, and Liang Yuan, who looked like a young servant.
"Young Master, this is Old Master Tang Bai's True Landscape Painting, the only one in Baiyuan County."
There were many people admiring the True Landscape Painting, so Liang Yuan didn't dare call Chu Ming "Brother Chu" anymore.
Chu Ming nodded slightly, keeping his eyes fixed on the scroll.
At a single glance, he could see the difference between the landscape painting he had copied and the original.
His painting had only captured the shapes of the mountains, rivers, and trees. As for its artistic conception, that was merely what he had imagined himself. It lacked the open-hearted feeling of being there in person.
This was partly because he had copied Liang Yuan's copy rather than the original, and partly because his painting skills hadn't been good enough.
But now...
[Sword Gourd Spiritual Sense] activated, etching every detail of the True Landscape Painting into his mind.
On the panel, the stagnant [Calligraphy and Painting] progress surged