nucmednet Chapter 90 I am very satisfied
Chapter 90 I am very satisfied
Qinghe was startled and turned to look at the door while holding the kitten.
The door was always open.
A soft wheelchair creaked, and then a handsome face, as deep as the night, appeared in the flickering light.
Qinghe put down the kitten in her arms, walked quickly over, and bowed to Murong Jing outside the door.
"Your Majesty."
This time, Murong Jing didn't even utter a cold "hmm," his gaze fixed on Su Mowan in front of the drawing table.
Qinghe reluctantly took a step back to make way for her lord.
At the same time, she saw the scroll the prince was holding.
Murong Jing stepped across the threshold with a flick of his sleeve. Seeing his uncertain expression, Su Mowan cleared her throat and instructed Qinghe, who was standing blankly at the door, "Qinghe, find someone to remove the threshold another day."
Murong Jing's wheelchair paused.
His gaze softened somewhat for some reason, but his expression remained cold.
Looks like I won't be able to paint tonight.
Su Mowan sighed inwardly, then smiled and rose to greet him: "Your Highness, what brings you here? Is there something you're not satisfied with in the painting?"
As she spoke, she glanced at the scroll in Murong Jing's hand.
The red silk ribbon on top was still tied in the same knot she had made, indicating that Murong Jing hadn't opened it yet.
As expected, Murong Jing said, "I haven't seen it yet."
"You're dissatisfied without even looking at it?"
Su Mowan was still smiling, but her words carried a hint of emotion, and she regretted saying them as soon as they left her mouth.
When did I ever say I was dissatisfied?
Murong Jing stopped a short distance away from her, raised his gaze slightly, and met her eyes: "I just came to see the cat."
"Meow--"
Su Mowan: "..."
These days, even animals know how to read people's expressions?
Su Mowan glanced at the kitten and was about to have Qinghe take it away when the kitten seemed to sense something and lightly jumped onto the armrest of Murong Jing's wheelchair.
As if it had cooperated well just now, His Highness the King of Qin did not reach out to pick it up directly, but instead said two words indifferently: "Get down."
"Meow--"
The kitten rubbed against His Highness the King of Qin's sleeve reluctantly before leaping to the ground.
"..."
Su Mowan was quite surprised.
She cleared her throat: "Qinghe, take the kitten away."
Qinghe walked over quietly, picked up the pitiful little kitten from the ground, and headed outside.
"Your Highness may wish to open it and take a look. If you are not satisfied..."
Murong Jing glanced at her sideways: "If you're not satisfied, then paint another one for me?"
"of course not."
Su Mowan blinked innocently, then said slyly, "If you're not satisfied, just give it back to me, so you won't be in my way."
"..."
His Highness the Prince of Qin tossed the scroll in his hand toward Su Mowan.
He then ordered, "Open it, let me see."
Su Mowan reached out and scooped up the scroll, holding it steadily in her hand.
She suddenly smiled.
"You may open it, but if you see anything strange later, Your Highness, please don't get agitated."
"..."
His Highness the King of Qin's brow twitched, and his deep, narrow phoenix eyes swept over the object. "What do you mean by strange?"
Su Mowan secretly took two steps back.
She had already reached one hand to the edge of the red ribbon knot, about to untie it.
"What's strange is... something you wouldn't have expected, Your Highness."
Unexpected?
Murong Jing pursed his thin lips tightly, his brows furrowing slightly: "If you surprise me, I will certainly surprise you as well."
Su Mowan smiled calmly, a slight curve to her lips.
"That won't be necessary. If Your Highness is satisfied later, a token of 100,000 taels will suffice."
"..."
One hundred thousand taels?
This woman really dares to ask for an exorbitant amount; she's got some nerve.
Su Mowan didn't care about Murong Jing's expression; she immediately tore off the red silk with her long, slender fingers.
"Enough with the nonsense, Your Highness, please take a good look."
With a 'whoosh', the scroll unfurled from top to bottom, Su Mowan's arms were held straight up, and the scroll finally stopped at her knees.
Murong Jing stared intently at the drawing paper.
Su Mowan's face flashed with smugness. Seeing that the bottom of the scroll was slightly curled up due to the long time it had been rolled up, she turned around and hung the scroll on the wall, attaching a pendant to the bottom of the scroll.
In this way, the entire painting was displayed in front of the two of them.
Su Mowan turned her head and saw Murong Jing staring intently at the person in the painting, his thin lips pressed together, not uttering a word, his eyes as still as a deep well.
"How is it, Your Highness? Is it strange?"
An indescribable emotion flashed in Murong Jing's eyes.
He slightly raised his eyes.
"Who told you to draw it like that?"
"Of course it's myself."
Su Mowan walked up to him and stopped, asking smugly, "What does Your Highness think? Isn't it amazing?"
Of course, there was a double meaning to her words.
The first level is to ask whether the painting skills are amazing.
The second question is whether the people in the painting are stunning.
His Highness the King of Qin clearly interpreted it as the second level. His eyes flickered slightly, and he seemed rather uneasy: "I know what I look like."
Su Mowan tilted her head, amused.
"It's good that Your Highness knows what you look like, so what I'm asking is, what does Your Highness think of my painting skills?"
His Highness the King of Qin remained silent for a while. He looked up, glanced at the painting on the wall a few more times, and then calmly said, "It's acceptable."
Su Mowan rolled her eyes.
What does "acceptable" mean?
She has the talent of a painting god! To be able to paint a poker face as a captivating, smiling enchantress, that takes immense skill!
"Your Highness, your standards are too high. This is merely acceptable? Look closely at that smile, look closely at those eyes and brows—this is what you call 'every frown and smile'."
"I haven't even questioned you for painting me like this, and you have the nerve to boast about it?"
Murong Jing glanced at her.
Su Mowan coughed and said, "Your Highness is mistaken. I was praising you and making fun of you! Of course, the reason this painting is so successful is half due to your divine talent and the other half due to my powerful imagination."
Murong Jing said expressionlessly, "You still have an imagination?"
Su Mowan refused to continue.
"What do you mean? Such a seductive and alluring smile, if it's not something I can imagine, could you possibly be smiling like that yourself?"
You call that a smile a mere twitch of your lips? I didn't even have the nerve to say it.
After Su Mowan finished speaking, she crossed her arms and raised her chin, looking incredibly provocative.
Murong Jing's eyes narrowed, and he said with disdain, "I would never laugh like that, what kind of behavior is that!"
"..."
So what if I let him smile a little more gracefully? How is that inappropriate?
Su Mowan narrowed her eyes and steeled her courage.
"Anyway, whether it's proper or not, it's fine as it is. If you don't like it, I'll have Qinghe burn some for heating, the weather's been getting colder and colder lately!"
"..."
The King of Qin is a joke.
He couldn't take back what he had just said, but if he made her bow her head, wouldn't that just give this woman the opportunity to laugh at him?
Murong Jing pursed his lips and remained silent.
Su Mowan naturally pressed her advantage: "Of course, if Your Highness also feels cold, it's just a piece of paper. You can take it back and burn it whenever you want."
His Highness the King of Qin remained silent, his thin lips pressed together.
"Oh, right, the Seventh Princess said she'd paint one for her when she has time, since you—"
"I am very satisfied."
His Highness the King of Qin finally spoke and compromised.
Su Mowan smiled, revealing a dimple.
She secretly rubbed her hands together: "I'm glad you're satisfied. Now let's talk about the 100,000 taels."