Xia Ruqing saw his expression and felt somewhat disappointed.
"Emperor, is the painting I did really that ugly?"
Zhao Junyao was, in fact, feeling disdainful. Upon hearing her question, he quickly adjusted his expression.
"Ahem!"
"I think, Qingqing, your painting is not bad; there's a lot of room for improvement!"
He couldn't bear to crush her spirit. After speaking, he called for someone to bring brush, ink, paper, inkstone, and various pigments.
Picking up the brush, he added a few deft strokes to her painting. The plum tree that had looked painfully twisted instantly seemed to unfurl gracefully. He then used red cinnabar to dot petals and buds on the branches of the plum tree. A vibrant plum blossom thus bloomed amidst the cold wind.
"Wow!"
Xia Ruqing was utterly stunned. Little Bun, standing by her side, also had a face full of surprise, clapping his tiny hands with glee.
