On the canvas was a painting of ten thousand chrysanthemums for the Longevity Festival, expertly crafted with vivid detail. The only blemish was that the chrysanthemum petals seemed to lack color, appearing dull at a glance, truly a "half-finished" piece.
Yun Jiao had saved her progress beforehand and sat beside Consort Ji, one playing the zither, the other the flute.
Before Consort Ji took her seat, she wanted to encourage Yun Jiao, only to hear her muttering: "Potato... potato..."
"Do you want to eat a potato?"
"No, I'm envisioning the audience below as potatoes."
Consort Ji smiled warmly.
Lady made a masterful stroke, her coloring technique differing from Yan Chi's mainstream style. Her depiction of landscapes and flower petals was bolder and more carefree, using jade green to delineate mountains and verdant green for the water, her gentle hand illuminating the mountains and rivers, allowing the chrysanthemums to bloom.
