Cut off her pair of hands
Ming Yue Xin addressed her imperial big brother only by his name, which made Murong Qi Qi frown. It seemed that Nan Feng really wants to change their crown prince, that’s why this princess could act so brazen and speak like this towards Ming Yue Cheng in front of Xi Qi’s people.
When Murong Qi Qi’s frown fell into Ming Yue Cheng’s eyes, it made his heart feel warm. So many people, yet only Murong Qi Qi would frown because of Ming Yue Xin’s words and feel wronged for him. So many people, yet only Murong Qi Qi would give him sincere encouragement and wouldn’t look at him with different eyes.
Murong Qi Qi didn’t know that just a casual frown would help this pitiful crown prince make the decision that he would strongly uphold for the rest of his life.
Ming Yue Cheng didn’t speak, making Ming Yue Xin feel that he was in the wrong, so she also became triumphant.
Ming Yue Xin ordered the two palace maids to show her work to the crowd. She didn’t believe that this girl’s painting would be better than hers. She had started to learn painting when she was three. It’s been thirteen years since then. The paints she used was able to let the river change colors. How could she be worse than Murong Qi Qi?!
“Look!”
Not waiting for Ming Yue Xin’s triumph to pass, someone pointed at the sky and shouted.
A colorful cloud drifted down. Only when it came near, did the people realise that it was a group of butterflies. The one in the lead was a blood red butterfly.
It’s already autumn. Butterflies weren’t common. Now so many butterflies had appeared and they were flying towards the paintings, making everyone surprised. What’s happening? Could it be that these butterflies came for the paintings?
The crowd hadn’t yet understood the situation when the butterflies flew towards Murong Qi Qi. These little things landed on the chrysanthemum on the painting. Their small wings were twinkling and immediately, a ‘miracle’ appeared!
Originally, Murong Qi Qi’s painting only had ink color and blood color. Now because of these butterflies, the chrysanthemums were covered in colors.
These butterflies had different colors and they landed on different chrysanthemum. Their wings glittered and it immediately became a live colored chrysanthemum painting. And that largest blood red butterfly landed on the biggest chrysanthemum in the center. The wings glittered under the sun and showed different kinds of colors.
“How beautiful!”
Bai Yi Yue’s ‘how beautiful’ voiced out the inner thoughts of everyone. Having seen so many paintings, but none were comparable to this ‘live’ painting.
“A miracle!”
An old official shouted. Then he knelt down and shouted: “Auspicious sign from the heavens, bless my Xi Qi!”
After seeing someone take the lead, immediately people knelt down and shouted ‘ten thousand years’. This boot-licking made Longze Yu smile look like a blooming chrysanthemum as if the painting was made by him. Now, Murong Qi Qi looked very pleasing in Longze Yu’s eyes. He completely forgot about the bet. In a moment of impulse, he opened his mouth: “Zhen announces that Murong Qi Qi has won!”
Just some words made Ming Yue Xin’s and Longze Yu Er’s thoughts stop at a dead end. The two’s faces immediately became greyish. Especially Longze Yu Er. Her own father said so, could it be that he really wanted her to gift her pair of hands to Murong Qi Qi?
“Bengong refuses to accept!”
Ming Yue Xin rushed over, took Murong Qi Qi’s knife from the table and cut the painting into two.
“Be careful!”
Seeing Ming Yue Xin take action against Murong Qi Qi, Ming Yue Cheng screamed. He wanted to rush to Murong Qi Qi’s side, but a man beat him to it. Not waiting for the dagger in Ming Yue Xin’s hand to touch Murong Qi Qi’s clothes, Feng Cang threw her away with a flying kick.
‘Bang!’
Ming Yue Xin’s body hit the table like a broken kite. She immediately coughed blood. Seeing his empty arms, Ming Yue Cheng revealed a bitter smile. How could he have forgotten that Murong Qi Qi was already promised to Feng Cang?
Seeing Feng Cang embrace Murong Qi Qi, that woman was so near, yet he was unable to reach out his hand. It made Ming Yue Cheng feel hatred. He hated himself for being powerless, hated himself for not being able to protect her. Instead, he can only watch her go away with someone else… …
Although knowing that nothing had happened to Murong Qi Qi, Feng Cang’s heart couldn’t help but beat faster.
“Qing Qing, are you alright?!”
“I’m fine!”
Murong Qi Qi looked at the butterflies lying on the ground that Ming Yue Xin had killed, and her heart felt some pain. She broke out of Feng Cang’s embrace and walked towards the torn painting. She gently picked up the wings and cut up bodies of the butterflies and wrapped them carefully in a handkerchief.
“It’s been hard on you! I will take revenge for you!”
Murong Qi Qi waved her hands at the butterflies in the air. They seemed to understand Murong Qi Qi, circled around her once, flashed