Murong Qiqi did not know that her inadvertent frown had caused this foreign prince to make the most resolute decision in his life.
Mingyue Cheng did not speak, which made Mingyue Xin feel that he was in the wrong. Hence, she became smug.
Mingyue Xin ordered the two palace maids to show the audience her work. She did not believe that the girl's painting was better than hers. She had learned painting at the age of three, and it had been thirteen years since then. The paint she used could change the color of the lake. How could she be any worse than Murong Qiqi?
"Look!" Before Mingyue Xin's smug expression faded, someone pointed at the sky and shouted.
A colorful cloud floated over. When it got closer, the audience realized that it was a group of butterflies. The leader was a butterfly with black blood spots.
It was already autumn, and butterflies were not common, but now there were so many butterflies, and they were flying towards the painting platform, which surprised everyone. What was going on? Were these butterflies here for the painting?
Before the audience could figure it out, the butterflies had already flown toward Murong Qiqi. These nimble little fellows landed on the chrysanthemums on the painting paper. Their tiny wings flapped, and a 'miracle' happened!
Originally, Murong Qiqi's painting only had black and blood colors. Now, due to the arrival of the butterflies, the blood-stained chrysanthemums were covered with butterflies of various colors.
These butterflies were differentiated by color. When they landed on different flowers, their wings flapped, and they immediately turned into a colorful painting of chrysanthemums. As for the largest ink-colored bloodspot butterfly, it landed on the largest chrysanthemum. Its wings fluttered, revealing different colors under the sunlight.
"So beautiful!" Bai Yiyue exclaimed. Everyone was thinking the same thing. Even though they had seen many paintings, none of them could compare to this' living 'painting.
"A miracle!" an old official exclaimed. Then, he knelt down and said, "The heavens have blessed our Xiqi!"
With someone taking the lead, everyone immediately knelt down and said, "Long Zeyu!" Their flattery made Long Zeyu smile like a blooming chrysanthemum. It was as if he was the one who made the painting. At this moment, Long Zeyu found Murong Qiqi very pleasing to the eye and had completely forgotten about the wager. In a moment of impulse, he declared, "This Emperor declares that Murong Qiqi is the winner!"
That one sentence completely destroyed Mingyue Xin and Long Zhe Yu 'er's thoughts. Their faces immediately turned ashen, especially Long Zhe Yu' er. Since her father said that, did he really want her to give her hands to Murong Qiqi?
"This consort refuses to accept this!" Mingyue Xin rushed over and picked up the dagger on Murong Qiqi's table to cut the painting in half.
"Be careful!" Seeing that Mingyue Xin was about to attack Murong Qiqi, Mingyue Cheng shouted and tried to move to Murong Qiqi's side, but someone else beat him to it. Before Mingyue Xin's dagger could touch Murong Qiqi's clothes, Feng Cang had already sent her flying with a kick.
Bang!
With a loud bang, Mingyue Xin's body was like a kite with a broken string, smashing onto the table and coughing up blood. Looking at his empty arm, Mingyue Cheng smiled bitterly. How could he have forgotten that Murong Qiqi was already betrothed to Feng Cang?
Seeing Feng Cang holding Murong Qiqi in his arms and the girl so close to him, yet he could not reach out his hand, Mingyue Cheng felt a sense of hatred. He hated himself for being powerless and powerless. He hated himself for not being able to protect her and for having to watch her leave with someone else.
Although he knew that Murong Qiqi was fine, Feng Cang's heart still skipped a few beats. "Qingqing, are you alright?"
"I'm fine!" Murong Qiqi looked at the butterfly that Mingyue Xin had cut down on the ground, feeling terrible. She left Feng Cang's embrace and walked to the torn painting. She picked up the butterfly that had its body and wings and wrapped it carefully in a handkerchief.
"Thank you for your hard work! I will avenge you! " Murong Qiqi waved at the butterflies in the sky. They seemed to understand her words and circled around her once before flapping their wings and flying away.
After doing all that, Murong Qiqi slowly walked over to Mingyue Xin, causing Mingyue Xin to be shocked. "You … What are you doing?!"
"This is mine!" Murong Qiqi picked up the dagger on the ground and carefully wiped the blood off it.
"Don't, don't come over! Royal, royal brother, save me! " Seeing Murong Qiqi approaching, Mingyue Xin endured the pain in her chest and begged Mingyue Cheng for help. "Big brother crown prince, s-save me!"
"It's too late!"
Now that she knew that Mingyue Cheng was the Crown Prince, her brother, how could she ask him for help? Murong Qiqi smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth. She approached Mingyue Xin step by step and slowly raised the dagger in her hand.
The other party was clearly a harmless little bunny, but Mingyue Xin felt fear from the bottom of her heart.
"No! No! Brother Crown Prince, save me! "Mingyue Xin crawled on the ground, trying to escape. She knew fear now. She knew that she could not afford to offend Murong Qiqi! But it was already too late.
"Qingqing —"
Just as the dagger in Murong Qiqi's hand was about to fall, Feng Cang appeared behind her and took the dagger from her hand, pulling Murong Qiqi into his arms. Mingyue Xin was filled with gratitude that Feng Cang had saved her. Throwing the kick to the back of her mind, she looked at Feng Cang with an infatuated expression. "Your Highness …"
Mingyue Xin thought that Feng Cang had fallen for her and could not bear to see her lose her hands. That was why he had helped her. She never thought that Feng Cang's next words would be like a bolt from the blue.
"Qingqing, let me do this. Qingqing's hands won't be dirtied —"
Before Ming Yuexin could react, her hands and wrists were cut off by the dagger in Feng Cang's hand. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"Ahhh!" The onlookers saw the bloody hands flying towards them and quickly dodged. In the end, the two hands fell to the ground and were stained with dust. The originally bright and clean surface became unspeakably ugly because of the mixture of blood and dirt.
"Sigh, what a pity …"
Murong Qiqi said it was a pity while the crowd was still in shock.
When Mingyue Xin's hands were cut off, Feng Cang had already taken her away from the stage to prevent Mingyue Xin's blood from staining their clothes. But Murong Qiqi's' pity 'made Mingyue Cheng turn to look at her again. Could it be that she had just remembered that Mingyue Xin was from the Southwind Country and was regretting it?
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