Ye Tangtang looked at Ye Yubei. He nodded slightly and encouraged her, "It's all right, Tang Tang. Even if you make Emperor Father look a little ugly, that's fine."
Hearing that, Ye Tangtang immediately beamed. "Don't worry, Emperor Father! I'll make you look your very best."
"Then Emperor Father will look forward to seeing it!"
Ye Tangtang unceremoniously took the inkstone and wolf-hair brush, dipped the brush in ink, and began painting. She painted extremely slowly, every stroke seeming to have been precisely calculated.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the Ninth Princess as she painted.
Ye Tangtang's movements flowed like drifting clouds and running water, a delight to behold. In no time at all, she had outlined His Majesty's figure.
Empress Lu clenched her fists so tightly that her face nearly twisted out of shape. How could she even know how to paint, and paint so...
A moment later, Ye Tangtang finished with a peony blossom. She admired her work with satisfaction, then looked up at Ye Yubei and called sweetly, "Emperor Father, is Tang Tang's painting good?"
The Ye Yubei in the painting was so lifelike that he seemed alive, handsome and radiant, brimming with heroic vigor and masculine bearing.
Everyone sucked in a cold breath. The Ninth Princess really could paint, and her skill was extraordinary!
Empress Lu's face had already turned livid. This little wretch was clearly doing it on purpose, deliberately crushing her Third Princess with her painting skills.
Ye Yubei's eyes overflowed with laughter. How could his precious daughter's painting possibly look bad? It was simply beautiful.
"Tang Tang's painting truly rivals the work of heaven itself."
Empress Lu fought back the urge to rush forward and tear Ye Tangtang's painting to pieces. That damned little wench!
"Your Majesty, what do you