Clip-clop, clip-clop...
The procession traveled along White Stone Street and soon reached Zheng'an Street.
Inside the spacious carriage, the three young women sat shoulder to shoulder in the main seats, with the Commandery Princess in her mourning clothes at their center. Those on either side held up two fingers, keeping their smiles in place.
Xie Jinhuan sat on the floor at the carriage entrance, sketching with a hard-tipped pen on white paper laid over a small table, outlining a group portrait of the three.
Although his materials limited him to a black-and-white picture, Xie Jinhuan, who had started reading at three, stubbornly managed to give it a manga-like feel.
The voluptuous fullness of the Commandery Princess and Nai Duo was striking, while Momo's slender figure was fully displayed. He had even captured the lamplight reflecting off the embroidery on their Mamian Skirts.
The only pity was that he couldn't very well have the three lean together and make "peace~" signs with both hands.
Scratch, scratch, scratch...
To avoid making the three hold their poses too long, Xie Jinhuan drew quite quickly. But just as he was about to finish, he suddenly noticed the majestically imposing Ghost Wife sitting to one side, watching. Dressed in a fiery-red gown with a golden dragon hair ornament, she bore herself like an empress atop a mountain, and her profile made an exquisite composition...
?
Xie Jinhuan's pen paused. He rather wanted to draw her in, but that would turn it into a supernatural incident. He could only feel apologetic as he quickly finished the portrait of the three.
Seeing Xie Jinhuan finish, Linghu Qingmo hurriedly lowered her fingers, came over, and took the picture to examine it. Then she nodded slightly, her eyes approving, though she was also a little embarrassed:
"Why did you