After three years of marriage, Lady Wang had already adapted to her husband's personality. She indeed accompanied him for a stroll around the garden, looked over the flowers once, and then said to her husband, "If only we could paint them, even if they are picked, later we can look at the paintings as if seeing them bloom."
Zhao Changyu thought it was a good idea, so he simply ordered for ink and paint, letting his wife sit among the flowers while he personally painted her, "Just painting flowers is dull; if we're painting, we should capture something with more meaning. My lady is more beautiful than the flowers, these flowers should be used to complement her."
Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wang smiled so broadly her eyes squinted, taking a fan and sitting on the mat laid out by the maidservants, and nestled at the edge of the flowerbed for Zhao Changyu to paint.
