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

Chapter 84 Can You Stand Up?

Su Mowan had no choice but to pick up the little thing and put it on the rug next to the bed, then climbed into bed and went to sleep.

She's been so busy these past few days that she's been sleeping so soundly that she didn't even notice there was something extra in her blanket.

The next morning, Su Mowan didn't wake up on her own; she was woken up by something wet.

She slapped him, and then heard a pitiful 'meow'.

She quickly sat up and found the little one lying on the other side of the pillow, looking at her with a mournful and aggrieved expression.

Su Mowan does like kittens, but she doesn't like fluffy things crawling into her bed. The thought of this little creature possibly coming over to "share a bed" gives Su Mowan a headache.

So when Qinghe and Yinshuang brought in water for her to wash up, she had an unusual thought: I should sleep in Fenghua Palace from now on; this little thing probably wouldn't dare to get into Murong Jing's bed...

By the time she finished washing up, Aunt Li's porridge was almost ready.

After Su Mowan finished her porridge, she called Feng Yue over to ask about the progress of the building project, but Feng Yue showed up uninvited.

Of course, His Highness the King of Qin is also present.

When Murong Jing saw the little creature nestled obediently by the low couch, his expression subtly changed.

Su Mowan asked Qinghe to make two bowls of steamed egg custard, and then asked Feng Yue, "How's the progress over there lately?"

Feng Yue answered in detail, saying that the foundation had been laid and construction was just about to begin.

Su Mowan nodded in satisfaction.

"That was pretty fast. Wait here, I'll show you something."

As she spoke, she walked to the desk by the window, picked up a piece of paper, and handed it to Feng Yue.

“This is a drawing I made myself. You can talk to your master and see if you can make it according to my drawing.”

Feng Yue glanced at the blueprints, a hint of shock flashing in his eyes, which he quickly concealed, and respectfully replied, "Yes."

After she finished explaining, His Highness the King of Qin finally spoke up: "Didn't you say you were going to paint my portrait?"

Su Mowan was surprised.

"Now?"

Murong Jing raised an eyebrow and gave her a cold look. "Of course, as soon as possible."

"...Okay, you can eat the steamed egg custard first."

Su Mowan thought that coming over so early in the morning would mean something important, but she didn't expect it to be just to urge her to come, but...

Su Mo glanced at Murong Jing that evening and noticed that he was wearing a black brocade robe that he had never worn before.

Black with hints of red, exuding nobility and domineering presence.

Seeing her staring at him, Murong Jing said coldly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Su Mowan smiled.

She shamelessly flattered, "It's nothing, Your Highness is exceptionally...handsome and otherworldly today."

Feng Yue, unable to stand any longer, immediately retreated towards the door.

Yinshuang, who was just about to come in, was also pulled out by him.

Murong Jing's expression was somewhat strange, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond, so he could only look away and cough to cover it up.

After a moment, he said, "Don't say things like that when there are other people around."

"..."

Su Mowan almost suffered internal injuries from holding it in.

He held back his laughter, finally suppressing it, and said with a serious face, "I wouldn't dare say that when no one's around."

Murong Jing suddenly turned his head, his dark eyes staring at her with some displeasure.

"you do this delibrately?"

"It wasn't on purpose!"

Su Mowan shook her head in denial, "This is a heartfelt compliment. Your Highness, this outfit suits you very well, and makes you look... well, very handsome!"

Actually, Su Mowan wanted to say "very enchanting," comparable to the enchanting red-clad man she saw at Xiaoxiang Biying that day.

However, his expression was a bit off. Murong Jing's expression had nothing to do with 'demonic'; it was more like the King of Hell in the underworld, summoning his men to his death.

Su Mowan was still lost in her own thoughts and didn't notice that His Highness the Prince of Qin's expression had changed again because of her words.

Murong Jing wanted to say "Don't talk nonsense" with a cold face, but when he thought that this woman was praising him, he felt a little strange.

I can’t describe how it feels.

After much thought, His Highness the King of Qin let out a cold snort: "Didn't you say you wanted to paint me? Of course I'll change into something different from what I usually wear."

This is a perfect excuse for my inexplicable change of clothing style.

Su Mowan nodded, then said, "Your Highness, you don't mean to just sit here all day and let me paint, do you?"

"What is the problem?"

Murong Jing finally looked up at her, his eyes filled with an unquestionable domineering aura.

Su Mowan blinked.

"Of course I have no problem, but you're different. Don't you have anything to take care of? It would be terrible to waste a whole day like this."

Actually, Su Mowan couldn't bear to tell the truth: she didn't even need Murong Jing to sit there as a model; she already knew how to draw him with her eyes closed.

However, Murong Jing's attitude of "I'm here to experience it" made Su Mowan swallow her words.

Murong Jing turned his gaze away and said indifferently, "It's just one day, I can afford to delay it."

Su Mowan smiled and said, "Then we'll do it your way."

"Of course, you only have one day, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish drawing it."

"You don't need to worry about that. At most, it'll just be a few more hairs... a few more or fewer hairs, but your face will still be the same!"

"..."

Murong Jing turned his face away, looking like he didn't want to say anything more. Just then, Qinghe came in with the steamed egg custard.

Su Mowan personally handed the dish to Murong Jing, said "Enjoy at your leisure," and then went out to scout the location.

Since Murong Jing is so determined to be a model, let's go all out.

Yinshuang watched Consort Su pacing back and forth under the willow tree by the pond, muttering to herself.

So she couldn't help but ask, "Consort Su, what are you doing?"

Su Mowan looked at all the willow trees around her before stroking her chin and pondering, "I was looking at which willow tree best complements your prince's heroic figure."

Seeing Yinshuang's puzzled expression, Su Mowan explained again, "Today I'm painting a portrait of your prince, and the portrait is of your prince."

Yinshuang suddenly realized, and said expressionlessly, "So, Consort Su, you are not so indifferent to the Prince after all."

Su Mowan always felt that if she added "So-and-so can rest in peace now" to her words, it would feel perfectly natural.

After eating the steamed egg custard, Murong Jing was pushed by Feng Yue to the edge of the pond.

Su Mowan waved Feng Yue away, telling him to take the blueprints to the workers as soon as he had time.

Qinghe had just learned that Consort Su was going to paint a portrait of her prince, and she immediately stood aside to watch curiously.

Su Mowan waved her hand.

"Go back with Yinshuang and bring out the table and chairs for me, and also that set of colored stone powder, don't forget to take it."

Qinghe and Yinshuang called for two second-class maids from Huangfeng Garden, and the four of them quickly moved all the belongings to the location designated by Su Mowan.

"Okay, let's get started!"

Su Mowan clapped her hands, walked behind Murong Jing, put her hand on the back of the wheelchair, and asked a question without fear of death.

"Your Highness, can you stand up?"