After Ink Fairy Lin Qiao agreed to Fang Qianyuan's request, she arranged to meet him punctually in the peach grove outside the temporary palace over the next few days, where she would teach him the fundamentals and techniques of painting.
Fang Qianyuan had no idea that, although Ink Fairy had agreed to his request, she thought little of it and had instead begun worrying about something else.
"Senior Sister Yin, do you think this Young Master Fang might be like those frenzied bees and fluttering butterflies, dreaming up ways to approach us with ulterior motives?"
On their way back, the more Ink Fairy thought about it, the more something seemed wrong. She could not help voicing her concern to Silver Fairy Yin Shuangshuang.
"Mind your words, junior sister. It is all right to say that in private, but if an outsider heard you, it would certainly stir up trouble," Silver Fairy told her.
"But I really don't think anyone can learn much in just a few days. Won't he just use that as an excuse to linger after the birthday celebration, shamelessly refusing to leave?" Ink Fairy said.
She was referring to the tricks some of those frenzied bees and fluttering butterflies used to approach them.
The fame of Flowing Cloud Grotto’s Seven Fairies had spread far and wide. Even in their early teens, they had blossomed into beauties with faces like flowers and the moon, inevitably attracting bees and butterflies.
Some young masters from aristocratic clans and disciples of prestigious schools, who fancied themselves charming romantics, courted them attentively. Some even pestered them relentlessly in hopes of winning a beauty's hand, only to achieve the opposite effect.
Earlier, Fang Qianyuan had wanted to spar with Silver Fairy. After she refused, he had turned to Ink Fairy to ask for