Mister Ning's Praise, Pei Yan Borrows the Painting

“We have crossed paths a few times.” In Pei Yan's memory, Zhao Chang Ge was a young girl carrying quite a few strange secrets.

“She has an extremely high talent for painting. If possible, I want to pass down my entire legacy to her,” Mister Ning could not hide the admiration in her eyes.

Hearing this, a flash of surprise appeared in Pei Yan's eyes.

Mister Ning smiled softly, walked to the table, and unrolled a painting. “This is a piece I asked her to replicate.”

Pei Yan looked at the painting, his gaze intently lingering on every stroke. Only after a long while did he speak softly, “To be able to paint like this, this person's mind must be very pure.”

“Not only that, she is also extremely hardworking, unlike you,” Mister Ning said, pointing to the two stacks of paper placed nearby.

Pei Yan followed her gaze, the corner of his lips curving into a faint smile.

“Aunt Ning is as sharp as ever.” He chuckled softly, his gaze falling back onto that stack of paper. Indeed, the perseverance of this Zhao family's young miss was truly out of the ordinary.

“Since Aunt Ning appreciates her to this extent, perhaps before long, I will have a junior sister,” Pei Yan said directly. After all, if Aunt Ning had spoken, it meant she had made up her mind.

“Still need to observe further.” Mister Ning was in no hurry to make a decision. Although she highly appreciated Zhao Chang Ge, there were still some things that needed verification.

Pei Yan smiled faintly.

Looking at the smile on his lips, Mister Ning felt a slight shiver in her heart.

She said slowly, “It has been a long time since I last saw your paintings.”

“Are you still painting now?”

“If I cannot complete that painting, I will keep persisting.” Pei Yan looked at Mister Ning, the depths of his eyes deep and unpredictable, his voice low.

Hearing this, Mister Ning's face darkened slightly, and she said coldly, “Paint one now!”

Pei Yan did not refuse and walked to the table. Once Zi Yi finished grinding the ink, he swept his hand, and every stroke on the paper glided decisively and fluidly.

Before long, a complete painting appeared.

Mister Ning stepped forward. The moment her eyes touched the painting on the table, her face turned pale. She quickly averted her gaze and looked at Pei Yan with a complex expression, her voice trembling, “You...”

“Aunt Ning, my imperial mother died a tragic death in the cold palace, and my maternal grandfather's entire family was exterminated. As long as this vengeance is not avenged, I am living in hell. Only by dragging him down to hell with me can I escape.” Pei Yan spoke coldly, and with every word he uttered, the killing intent on his body grew bone-chillingly cold.

“……” Mister Ning fell silent.

“Aunt Ning need not worry. The painting you left behind still hangs in my study, and I still gaze at it often,” Pei Yan continued.

“As long as Master understands,” Mister Ning slowly bowed her head. What else could she say? Advise him to let go of his hatred? That was impossible!

Currently, she only hoped that when painting, Pei Yan could maintain his sanity. Otherwise, before the enemy was destroyed, she feared he would destroy himself first.

Pei Yan said nothing more, his eyes unconsciously falling upon Zhao Chang Ge's painting.

“Aunt Ning, this painting, can you give it to me?”

The moment those words were spoken, Mister Ning's gaze immediately locked onto him.

Facing her searching gaze, Pei Yan was completely composed. “Just now, when I saw this painting, I felt it had an effect on me.”

“Really?” Mister Ning could not hide her surprise.

“Mhm.” Pei Yan nodded slightly, his gaze profound. Tonight's trip seemed to have brought an unexpected surprise.

“Then you may take it.” Mister Ning agreed without hesitation.

It was truly rare for something to affect Pei Yan.

In the past, among her fellow disciples, only her paintings could make him waver slightly. But unexpectedly, there was now another person.