Her elder sister steals her husband? She marries the God of War and is pampered beyond measure!

Chapter 73 The Prince Went to the Brothel!

The brushes on the brush holder were all different colors. Su Mowan took one down and put the one she had just used into the holder.

A long table was covered with drawing paper, and the drawing on the paper was quite interesting at that moment.

Su Mowan felt that, in terms of color alone, it was more vibrant than the original version of the painting.

The nib of the pen she took down was stained with a faint yellow, and then she dipped the nib into the small yellow dish again.

Just as he was about to put pen to paper, Qinghe suddenly exclaimed from the doorway.

"Your Highness, why have you come here?"

A shiver could ruin everything, so Su Mowan quickly moved the brush away from the paper and tilted her head to look towards the door.

Almost simultaneously, His Highness the King of Qin, with a dark expression, appeared at the door and coldly swept his gaze over.

The dark face instantly changed to a strange expression after looking at her.

He frowned and said, "Qinghe, go fetch some water!"

Qinghe was completely bewildered by her master's sudden change of expression, so she secretly peeked inside and was immediately stunned.

"Consort Su! Are you drawing on paper or on your face?"

"..."

Su Mowan blinked, then blinked again, and forced a smile, saying, "Don't worry about these details. The reason why the God of Painting was able to become a god is because he was unrestrained!"

"..."

Unable to refute the claim of being a 'future painting god,' Qinghe went to mediate.

His Highness the King of Qin floated across the threshold and slowly approached.

Su Mowan quickly put down the calligraphy brush in her hand, raised her sleeve, and was about to wipe her face.

"do not move."

Murong Jing looked at her coldly, his eyes full of displeasure.

Su Mowan could only awkwardly lower her sleeves and say with a forced smile, "What brings Your Highness here? To watch me paint?"

Murong Jing didn't answer, glanced at the 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix' painting on the wall, and then went straight to the table.

The drawing paper Su Mowan bought was a bit larger than the original version of "Painting Immortals," and she only drew about ten birds, making the space look a little empty.

It's still quite a distance from the 'hundred birds'.

Murong Jing glanced at the drawing paper first, then his cold gaze shifted to the brush holder, and then to the small dishes of different colors.

"How come I didn't know you could tinker with these things?"

Su Mowan was deeply provoked by the undisguised contemptuous tone. She sneered, crossed her arms, and looked down at Murong Jing.

"What kind of things will Your Highness know about me? It won't just be fighting, cooking, and visiting brothels, will it?"

"..."

Murong Jing seemed to be choked by her blunt words, and it took him a long time to utter, "I know nothing about you."

"That's right."

Su Mowan chuckled and continued, "Just you wait and see. You might be surprised to find out one day that I can do everything."

"..."

"Oh, by the way, does His Majesty like calligraphy and painting? I'm planning to write a piece of calligraphy for His Majesty."

An unnatural glint flashed in Murong Jing's eyes. He turned his face away and said, "Even if you give me a blank sheet of paper, Father won't say anything."

"..."

Su Mowan coughed and asked, "Your Highness, should we prepare gifts for the two Imperial Concubines and the Crown Princess?"

"what ever."

Qinghe came in carrying a basin of water, followed by Yinshuang carrying food.

Su Mowan quickly wiped her face.

She urged him to leave, saying, "Your Highness, please go ahead with your business. I'll come to see you tonight."

Murong Jing: "..."

Qinghe blushed upon hearing this, while Yinshuang silently lowered her head.

Seeing her pick up her chopsticks to eat, Murong Jing finally left. As soon as her master left, Qinghe hurriedly rushed to the painting desk.

Upon seeing the colorful birds above, she exclaimed in surprise and waved to Yinshuang.

"Consort Su, your painting is so beautiful! Yinshuang, come and see!"

Su Mowan raised an eyebrow triumphantly, "I said I'd sell it for ten thousand taels in the future, so I won't sell it for nine thousand."

Qinghe blinked. "Who are you going to give it to when you finish painting it?"

"Of course, it's for the Empress."

"Oh, I thought you were going to give it to the Prince."

"..."

Su Mowan put down her chopsticks, suppressing a laugh, and said, "Let me put it this way, the most beautiful and largest bird in the painting is female. Do you think that would be suitable for your prince?"

"...It's definitely not appropriate!"

After finishing her meal, Su Mowan continued her hard work.

With only five or six days until the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, it's still uncertain whether the painting will be finished.

After dinner, Su Mowan planned to take a walk to Fenghua Palace, but unfortunately, she ran into her nemesis on the road.

Shen Muyue was leading Caiwei and Caihong around the four courtyards, seemingly looking for something.

Seeing her stroll leisurely past, Shen Muyue stopped and gave a fake smile.

"Hey, where are you headed, Sister Su?"

“We’re not going anywhere, just wandering around. What is Consort Shen busy doing? You’re rummaging around here. Anyone who doesn’t know better would think you’re looking for lice.”

"you!"

Shen Muyue gritted her teeth and glared.

"So what if you made a little money and bought a lousy painting? What are you so smug about!"

"Consort Shen is truly uncultured. This 'broken painting' is the work of a master from a hundred years ago, and it was bought to be presented to the Emperor. Most importantly, the Prince likes it very much. If you have the guts to complain, go and say so to the Prince."

"you……"

Shen Muyue was speechless, and glared at her fiercely: "If you have nothing else to say, then hurry up and leave, don't get in my way while I'm looking for my things!"

"Consort Shen, take your time searching. The Prince is still waiting for me."

Su Mowan smiled and walked away.

Once they were out of sight, Caiwei spoke up, "Miss, searching like this isn't working! The Prince's mansion is so big, let's ask someone for help!"

"no!"

Shen Muyue refused outright: "If the Prince finds out, will you take responsibility?"

Caiwei could only lower her head and continue searching silently.

Su Mowan wasn't uninterested either, but before she could even ask Qinghe, she started gossiping.

"I heard that a few days ago, Granny Wei and Granny Zhao went to the palace to see Her Majesty the Empress and brought back a kitten. Granny Wei was going to bring it to you, but Consort Shen intercepted it on the way."

As Qinghe spoke, she glanced at her expression and added, "The Prince was also there at the time."

"If it's there, then it's there."

Su Mowan curled her lip, "It's just a cat, what's there to argue about?"

"This cat came from Her Majesty the Empress!"

"It's still a cat, it can't turn into a dog. A dog can at least guard the door, but what use is a cat? Didn't you see that someone as arrogant as Shen Muyue went to hide in the flower bushes for it? It's practically a patriarch, I can't afford to serve it."

"..."

Qinghe couldn't refute it; she was indeed an ancestor.

Upon entering Fenghua Palace, Su Mowan headed straight for the study. It was still early, and Murong Jing was usually still dealing with military affairs.

But when she got to the study, she found it empty, so she turned around and went to the bedroom.

There was no one in sight either.

Su Mowan had no choice but to leave Fenghua Palace again and ask the guards in front of the palace.

The guard who was questioned had a darting look in his eyes and hesitated for a while before stammering, "His Highness went to the brothel, Wan Hua Lou!"