Mrs. Zhang was blatantly speaking nonsense. The so-called "elegant and talented, intelligent and beautiful" persona had absolutely nothing to do with Fengyu. Back at the Imperial College, aside from abacus skills, she was usually at the bottom of the class. She was even scolded as a good-for-nothing, accused of being ignorant and shameless, and infamously obsessed with Jiang Yang. Her reputation could not possibly be worse.
And yet, the gathered ladies now seemed as if they'd never heard of her terrible reputation, eagerly echoing Mrs. Zhang's praise—at least until Qiuxiang brought out Fengyu's painting.
Su Yuejiao hadn't even known that Fengyu had prepared a painting. The moment Qiuxiang unfurled the scroll, Su Yuejiao felt like her sight went dark.
The ladies and young misses leaned in to admire Fengyu's artwork, convinced that since Fengyu seemed so confident, her painting must surely be extraordinary.
Then, silence fell upon them all.
