"Doesn't that mean that if Uncle Qi hadn't brought me out back then, I might never even have been able to leave the Lin Residence?"
Lin Ke sighed with emotion.
"Heh, getting out was easy enough. Didn't you often go out to chop firewood?" Minister Qi chuckled.
"The way I see it, Old Lin's a sneaky old bastard. He might well have been waiting for you to run away so he could execute you on the spot!"
He could even pull something like that?
Lin Ke thought of the gloomy Minister Lin. That really did seem possible.
At the very least, he knew that "Lin Ke" and "Lin Ke's" mother had quite literally died from being ignored.
Otherwise, if "Lin Ke" had still been alive, Lin Ke could never have transmigrated into his body.
Poor little "Lin Ke." Not long after his mother died, he too had died from years of overwork and overwhelming grief.
Fortunately, now that Lin Ke was here, he could at least make sure he didn't disgrace "Lin Ke."
As Lin Ke was thinking, Minister Qi suddenly spoke.
"Oh, right. Take out your 'Sunrise.'"
"Sunrise"?
"Urgh." Lin Ke opened his mouth and spat out his oil painting. "Here."
Minister Qi's eyelid twitched. Suddenly, he felt that his own Qi Ye was quite a good, well-behaved boy.
But after taking "Sunrise," Minister Qi still couldn't help praising it. "This entirely new Painting Path really does have a freshness to it... One look at this sunrise fills even me with the courage to brave hardship and forge ahead. It truly is a fine painting!"
As he spoke, Minister Qi swept his sleeve, and a pool of golden spring water surged out of it, gathering over the sun in Lin Ke's "Sunrise."
That spot of sunlight had always been