In my past life, I was buried alive! Reborn, I'll overturn the capital.

Chapter 57 Live Painting

"Of course I have seen you." Song Wuyan said dismissively when he heard Jiang Qingyue's question.

"Sister, stop struggling and just admit it. After all, you have no foundation, and no one will look down on you." Jiang Chuchu continued to add fuel to the fire.

Jiang Qingyue sneered, "If I didn't have someone else write it, why should I admit it?"

"Sister, you... I didn't want to do this, but it concerns Mr. Song's reputation, so I had no choice but to resort to this." After saying that, Jiang Chuchu took out a painting. "Everyone, please take a look!"

Fortunately, she had already made preparations.

Everyone's eyes followed Jiang Chuchu's hand and were immediately struck dumb.

Qin Xuanyu couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, then chuckled. Sure enough, she had set another trap for someone to fall into!

"What on earth is this drawing?"

"This is neither rabbit nor pig; my daughter can draw it better."

"You call this a drawing? It's more like scribbles."

A chorus of merciless laughter erupted from the crowd, and someone even voiced the unspoken question on everyone's mind: "Who is the master who created this painting?"

He also emphasized the word "expert," which was full of irony.

"This painting was done by my dear sister. Otherwise, why would I have suggested that Mr. Song try the suspended wrist technique, and why would I have suspected that my sister had someone else paint it for her?"

Jiang Chuchu's actions directly cemented Jiang Qingyue's place on the pillar of shame.

"This painting is absolutely unbearable to look at."

"you do not say!"

"Prime Minister Jiang, your two daughters are truly remarkable! The fake daughter is proficient in all the arts, while the real daughter's paintings are terrible. Which one is the real daughter, then?"

A courtier, emboldened by his wine, said, "Your Highness, I dare to suggest that we simply accept this marriage arrangement. This Miss Jiang is nowhere near as good as the Second Miss!"

"Don't you know the occasion? Shut up!"

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Qin Jinghao frowned slightly. He hadn't even married her yet, and she had already made him lose face so badly. If he really married her, wouldn't he be ridiculed? Where would his dignity as the Crown Prince be?

But her identity... Qin Jinghao felt very conflicted.

Well then, let's keep watching.

“That’s right, this is the painting I saw. She’s still so arrogant. How am I supposed to teach her a lesson?” Song Wuyan wanted everyone to help him judge the matter.

"If that's really the case, then there's simply no way to teach it!"

"Yeah, even a three-year-old could draw better than this!"

"Heh, Jiang Chuchu, just because you say this is mine doesn't mean it is mine!" Jiang Qingyue looked at Jiang Chuchu with a mocking expression.

She knew Jiang Chuchu would make a fuss about this painting.

"Otherwise what?" Jiang Chuchu and Song Wuyan both felt that Jiang Qingyue was being exposed, but she was suffering for the sake of saving face and refused to admit it.

"Did you stand right next to me and see what I drew with your own eyes?"

Both Song Wuyan and Jiang Chuchu were stumped by the question.

"No, how can you be so sure that I painted this picture?"

"If it's not yours, whose is it? When I asked you to produce the painting, you prepared for a while and produced this one. If it wasn't you, who did it? Stop making excuses."

Everyone was completely bewildered, unable to tell who was right and who was wrong.

At this moment, Mu Lan stepped forward, looking embarrassed and apologetic. "Um... actually, this painting was just something I doodled in my spare time, just for fun. It really wasn't painted by my young lady; I accidentally took the wrong one..."

"Impossible!" Jiang Chuchu found it hard to accept this result and still felt that it was just a lie. But then she realized that she was too agitated and calmed down. "You don't need to hide it for your sister."

"What's all this arguing about? Why not just paint one right here and that's it?" Qin Xuanyu leaned back and said in a low voice, sounding like he was enjoying the show. He was glared at by his sister.

He wanted to know just how well this girl was hiding her true nature.

“Yes, why not just paint on the spot? Let your skills speak for themselves. If you really had someone else paint it for you, then Miss Jiang Qingyue’s ability to paint on the spot would immediately expose you.”

"That's right, let's paint it right here!"

Jiang Qingyue did not immediately agree, but instead turned to the direction where Song Wuyan was being escorted. "I can paint, but what if it is proven that this painting was indeed made by me personally? I can't possibly paint it every time you question me, and if each of you raises a question, I'll paint myself to death!"

"Yes, I think Miss Qingyue makes a good point."

Song Wuyan gritted his teeth, "If you can really draw it, I will never paint again." Song Wuyan absolutely did not believe that Jiang Qingyue, with her demeanor, could be a skilled painter, unless she was deliberately pretending. But what was her motive?

"Alright, everyone heard that Mr. Song said he would no longer paint. Of course, I don't mean to be aggressive. If he stops painting altogether, the art world will lose a senior, which is my fault. As long as you apologize to me and clear my name, that's enough."

"No problem," Song Wuyan said confidently.

"So, Jiang Chuchu, what about you?"

"What does this have to do with me?" To be honest, after several setbacks, Jiang Chuchu felt that Jiang Qingyue was a bit mysterious, so she didn't dare to agree easily.

"Why aren't you agreeing? Are you feeling guilty?"

"I knew this fake heiress had ulterior motives. On the surface, she seems to be thinking of the real heiress in every way, but in reality, she's afraid she'll come back and take everything from her. How shameless!"

"Yes, you've forgotten some things from before, haven't you? A painting completely won you over, and you've forgotten what happened in the past?"

"Makes sense."

The cacophony of voices from the crowd sent a chill down Jiang Chuchu's spine.

No, it shouldn't be like this. Jiang Qingyue did it on purpose; she can't draw, so she's stirring up trouble.

Jiang Chuchu became even more certain.

"Sister, stop talking nonsense and just draw. If you can really draw it, I'll apologize to you." Although Jiang Chuchu said this, she still didn't believe that Jiang Qingyue could do it.

"Is an apology all you're willing to offer?"

"Jiang Qingyue, what else do you want? It's already like this, are you still not satisfied? This is the Prime Minister's banquet for appreciating paintings, not just for you. Do you have to make a complete mess of it before you're satisfied?" Jiang An couldn't sit still any longer when he saw Jiang Qingyue being so aggressive.

Regardless of the final outcome, it's the Prime Minister's mansion that's lost face.

"Prime Minister Jiang, you are mistaken. Wasn't it Jiang Chuchu who started the trouble first? It is unfair of you to accuse Qingyue without any explanation."

Because of Jiang Qingyue's specific instructions, this time *** did not say he would stand up for Jiang Qingyue, but simply left the matter entirely to Jiang Qingyue to handle herself, but still couldn't help but speak up.

"I……"

"Alright, stop arguing. Let's see what she's made of. If Jiang Qingyue can prove her abilities, Jiang Chuchu should apologize to her face and admit that she's a good-for-nothing. If Jiang Qingyue doesn't have the ability, then she should also admit that she's a good-for-nothing, isn't that enough?"

Qin Xuanyu's words seemed to be impartial, leaving everyone puzzled. It turned out that they had been guessing... but it seems that they were truly bound by gratitude, and now things have been reconciled.

This action eased Qin Jinghao's wariness considerably, indicating that he and Jiang Qingyue were indeed no longer closely involved.

“Alright, then please let the Crown Prince, the Prince, and His Highness be our witnesses!” Jiang Qingyue readily agreed, then picked up the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone that had been prepared and began to paint.

Master Xue held his breath and watched Jiang Qingyue's strokes fall one by one, crisp and direct, seemingly casual and unrestrained, yet each stroke was perfectly placed.

Time passed little by little, and the drawing on the paper gradually took shape.

Those who were initially skeptical now became serious, with some even eager to get a look ahead, a stark contrast to their previous disdain.

As for Jiang Chuchu and Song Wuyan, the more they looked, the more shocked they became, both of them looking incredulous.

Jiang Qingyue didn't care what others thought. She devoted herself to the painting. Nearly two hours passed. The moment Jiang Qingyue put down her brush, everyone gasped.