Chapter 30
After Ouyang Xiangmei finished her painting, more and more people looked over at the end product to offer their compliments.
Ouyang Xiangmei wore pink, exuded a dignified charm, and let her black hair down. She had a pretty oval face and wore a smile upon her face which attracted a fair share of noble sons.
Two eunuchs picked up the finished painting and brought it out for the audience to admire.
There were several peonies painted on the scroll. The shape of the flowers were plentiful, they were colourful, large and looked beautifully fresh. They were stately and full of life.
People in the hall nodded in approval.
Ouyang Xiangmei was delighted deep down inside by the audience’s reaction.
The imperial concubine looked incredibly pleased with her daughter, as she wore a beaming smile on her face.
Ouyang Xiu knew that this was a masterpiece and chuckled loudly. “Good! Good!” He exclaimed.
Thereafter, he turned his head towards Han Moze and asked, “What does the Emperor of Beiming think of this painting?”
The Emperor of Beiming sure is picky!
The Empress smiled emotionlessly. It was time for her own daughter to have her turn.
Actually, no matter what the outcome may be, her daughter will be chosen in the end because she had the crown prince and Minister Liu behind her. What’s more, the Emperor listened to her quite often.
As her cold gaze glared at the carefree Liu Rushuang, her elegant brows furrowed slightly and a trace of killer intent flashed across her face.
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From experience, she figured that Liu Rushuang must have met the Emperor of Beiming outside the imperial palace.
And, she must have used some kind of trick to seduce him.
Otherwise, no man would be interested in such an ordinary-looking woman with no skills.
Liu Rushuang must be hiding something!
For her to be able to take the Empress’ seat, it can’t be because of her background but her ability to manipulate people.
Liu Rushuang felt the killer aura from the seat of honor, and helplessly twitched her lips.
Yet another person wants to kill her!
Ouyang Xiu’s shady gaze turned to Han Moze, as he gritted his teeth and spoke with a deep voice. “May the next lady please step forward to perform.”