She stared fixedly at that handsome, utterly captivating face.
"Y-you... what are you going to do?"
"Those four words you wrote, of course."
Fang Yang smiled teasingly.
The two silhouettes slowly drew closer.
Inside, the lamplight dimmed.
Outside, the little maid was still sewing. At the sounds, her needle inadvertently pricked her hand.
Spots of blood appeared.
But she paid no heed to the pain. Instead, she crouched down, biting her lip, her cheeks burning scarlet.
She felt a strange sensation spreading through her.
Yet she had absolutely no idea what was going on.
Nor did she understand where this strange feeling came from.
Then she glanced to the side.
The White Snow Lion Cat, who had grown thinner after following the Princess Consort around outside for the past two days, was covering her ears with practiced paws.
Perhaps noticing the little maid's distress, the Lion Cat sighed and walked over to her.
She tugged at the little maid's hands and placed them over her ears.
Ling'er immediately felt the strange sensation inside her disappear.
Just then, she also noticed the painting that had drifted out through the window-the two portraits the Princess Consort had painted.
They were lifelike, handsome and beautiful.
They filled her almond-shaped eyes with envy.
Then, as though struck by a thought, she picked up a twig from the corner and began drawing beside their portraits.
Before long, she had drawn an ugly little girl following right behind the Princess Consort.
She looked simple and rather silly.
Then, stroke by stroke, she wrote the two characters for Ling'er above the little girl's head.
The crooked writing was quite a match for the drawing.
Once everything was finished, she smiled in satisfaction, only to notice the White Snow Lion Cat beside her, still covering her ears.
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