Chapter 102: You guys don't have anything better to do?

  I also walked up to her and bowed again. She told me to dispense with the formalities and ordered Song Ming and me to sit down separately.

  After I sat down, I carefully looked at Princess Fuya.

  All I saw was her pale skin, no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, should be around the same age as my current timid body. The whole person is lively and spirited, that magnificent and extraordinary, as if a fairy descended to the world.

  Her temples were adorned with fine pearls, making her beautiful eyes shine like stars, and her light makeup made her radiant complexion visible to all.

  A birthmark like a grain of crimson cinnabar, brought with her since birth, quietly blooming like a solitary plum blossom in the cold winter.

  I sat down beside her and felt like the dull grass in a flowerbed, while she was the peony that everyone noticed. But I had to admit, she was incredibly beautiful!

  "Mr. Yi, shall we begin painting? Is that alright?" Princess Fu Ya sat upright with a hint of majesty in her smile as she asked Yi Qian Xun, her tone seemingly gentle yet carrying an unspoken imperial authority that made one hesitant to disagree.

  "Get paper and ink!" Yi Qianxun smiled lightly, glanced at me, then turned around to the painting desk, as if thinking about something.

  When he turned around, the best pen, ink and rice paper were already laid out.

  He picked up a pen, dipped it in ink, tilted his head slightly, and carefully sized up Princess Fuya. Such a faintly unintentional expression was also so noble and beautiful that I couldn't help but be enchanted. The flower idiot outside also exclaimed: Wow!

  Even the elegant Princess Fuya was looked at with such a gaze, her face turned bright red, while Yizhi Xianyun's eyes only had a measuring and scrutinizing look.

  And as I looked at Princess Fuya's expression, my heart sank. If I had to be a love rival with someone like her, I would undoubtedly lose.

  After a long wait, Chihiro Yumi finally began to move her brush on the rice paper.

  Princess Fuya remained still, gently swaying a beautiful fan, already exuding infinite charm.

  I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I always feel that Yichi (Yi Qian Xun) glances over at me intentionally or unintentionally when she is painting.