After the marriage, my husband's family listened to my voice and turned the tide

Perhaps because they were really bored, one of the ladies said, "Okay, since it's Miss Pan who suggested it, why don't you start by placing the paintings on the table?"

Shang Tingli heard the voice and looked over.

The person who spoke was the lady sitting between Xu Jinshu and Pan Qinghuan, the eldest daughter of the Left Prime Minister's Mansion and the younger sister of Jing Yu, the future consort of Princess Baozhen, Jing Yuyuan.

Pan Qinghuan paused.

She did not answer immediately, because her original intention was to start with Prince Ren's princess, and she wanted to save the finale. However, Miss Jing's words actually made her start with her.

But everyone's eyes were on her, and she was already at this point, so she couldn't do it even if she didn't want to. Pan Qinghuan suppressed her depression and said with a smile: "Okay."

She placed the painting in her hand on the table. Occasionally, a cool breeze blew, and in order to prevent the painting from being blown away, she used her fingertips to stick the painting to the table.

"This is my painting this time. Please watch and comment on it."

There was confidence in her tone and she looked full of faith.

Shang Tingli ate another piece of chrysanthemum cake before joining the crowd to look at Pan Qinghuan's paintings.

Pan Qinghuan was painting a green peony, one of the pots that everyone had just admired. In just three quarters of an hour, she had already completed a painting. The green peony on the paper was exactly the same as the one on the stage, with light green petals on the outside and emerald green petals curling upwards. Her painting skills were exquisite, and the color of the flower was still crystal clear, clearly showing the charm of the green peony. If the original was placed next to the painting, it might be mistaken for a poor eye.

Miss Ruan Liuzheng of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion could not help but sigh: "Qinghuan, your painting skills are getting better and better. In such a short time, you can not only complete the painting, but also paint it so well! You are worthy of being the most talented woman in the capital!"

"Liu Zheng, you are too kind." Pan Qinghuan said with a calm smile.

Shang Tingli could see clearly that the smile in her eyes was very strong, not as calm as she appeared on the surface, and there was even complacency and secret joy in her eyes.

Talented women who have achieved fame are always somewhat arrogant. Shang Tingli was not surprised. What surprised her was that she seemed to see Pan Qinghuan glance at He Zhiqian. Pan Qinghuan looked at him obscurely, but she did not think she was wrong.

[Strange, I haven't heard of any conflict between Sister He and Pan Qinghuan in my previous life. Could it be because of what happened at the lotus viewing banquet last time? ]

Shang Tingli suddenly remembered that at the last lotus viewing banquet, He Zhiqiang and Pan Qinghuan tied for first place.

[That's not right. Nothing happened. Pan Qinghuan wouldn't pay attention to Sister He because of this, right? ]

No, no, Shang Tingli always felt that he had missed something, and he frowned and thought hard.

[Could it be because Sister He received the imperial decree from the Emperor's aunt for the future Crown Princess? ... Pan Qinghuan likes the Crown Prince? Or is Pan Qinghuan eyeing the position of Crown Princess? ]

Ke Yishang listened silently at the side, not daring to say a word.

[That's not right. If that's the case, then in my previous life I should have heard about Pan Qinghuan and Sister He's conflict, right?]

Shang Tingli denied it again, and another idea came to his mind.

[Even if they are not openly against each other, there must be news of the two of them not getting along, right? Since there is none, then Pan Qinghuan should not be in love with the prince, but apart from these dramas, what else can make Pan Qinghuan pay attention to Sister He? ]

In fact, she also thought of another possibility, which was that He Zhiqiang's reputation was becoming more and more prominent, and he was as famous as Pan Qinghuan, and even had a tendency to surpass her. Therefore, Pan Qinghuan wanted to compete with He Zhiqiang.

Shang Tingli rejected this idea. If Pan Qinghuan just wanted to compete, the look in his eyes wouldn't have been so obscure.

After all, she is not Pan Qinghuan and has not had much contact with her. Although Pan Qinghuan and Yu Lanxi are cousins, Pan Qinghuan is by no means as stupid as Yu Lanxi. It is impossible for her to fully see through Pan Qinghuan's thoughts.

And it was just a look. Shang Tingli thought he was thinking too much.

While she was thinking about this and that, the people around her had finished evaluating Pan Qinghuan's paintings, and it was Ruan Liuzheng's turn to be served.

Ruan Liuzheng's painting skills are not as good as Pan Qinghuan's, but they are also pretty good. It's just a pity that she has only completed most of the painting and has not had time to add the last few strokes.

Even so, it can be seen that her foundation is solid. Everyone praised her very respectfully, and Ruan Liuzheng smiled and asked to see the next person's painting: "Miss Yi, let's see your painting next?"

The person called "Miss Yi" is the eldest daughter of the General's Mansion, Yi Shuya.

The daughter of a military general always has some of the heroic spirit of a military general. Although her name is "Shu Ya", she is actually a generous girl.

Yi Shuya said nothing, and directly placed the painting on the table, showing it off carelessly, and then said without blushing or beating her heart: "Everyone, let me show you my ugliness!"

When everyone looked over, the table suddenly fell silent.

Yi Shuya blinked and asked sincerely, "What do you think? Is it acceptable?"

She thought her painting was pretty good, the best she had ever done in her life. If it weren't for the lack of time, she thought she could have done even better.

Look, everyone is stunned. I guess she is really good at drawing.

Shang Tingli's eyes twitched unconsciously, and seeing the sincerity in Yi Shuya's eyes, he was a little...directly said: "You really made a fool of yourself."

Yi Shuya was a little confused: "Ah?"

What? The Crown Princess said that she had made a fool of herself? Did she hear it right?

Everyone found it difficult to hold back their laughter.

Shang Tingli felt that he was not a person who spoke harshly, it was just that Yi Shuya's paintings were too difficult to describe.

She sighed and pointed to a spot in the painting and asked, "What does Miss Yi want to express here?"

[In fact, I really want to say, if I sprinkle some rice on the paper, will the chicken have a better talent for painting than Miss Yi? ]

This sentence broke her defense, and Ke Yichang burst out laughing. Seeing everyone looking at her, especially Yi Shuya frowning at her, she blushed and said to Yi Shuya apologetically, "I just happened to think of something funny, and I couldn't help it. I didn't mean to make fun of Miss Yi, so please don't take it to heart."

Yi Shuya smiled at Ke Yishang and said, "I believe the princess is not that kind of person." Then she looked at Shang Tingli and said, "Princess, the place you pointed to is a leaf."

Shang Tingli curled his lips: "A leaf?"

Yi Shuya nodded sincerely.

Shang Tingli glanced at everyone and asked, "Can you... see it?"

Ke Yishang shook her head.

Xu Jinshu was surprised and asked, "Is that a leaf? What kind of leaf?"

Yi Shuya said as a matter of course: "Of course it's chrysanthemum leaves."

Xu Jinshu: "...Isn't it chicken feet?"

Yi Shuya was stunned, staring in surprise and said: "Miss Xu, have you eaten too many chicken feet? These are clearly chrysanthemum leaves!"

Everyone: "..."

Xu Jinshu: “…………”

Shang Tingli put out his own paintings, and the others put their paintings on the table. Everyone's paintings were placed next to Yi Shuya's paintings, and the contrast was surprisingly sharp.

The theme is "Chrysanthemum", so everyone's paintings are all chrysanthemums. But the styles are different. No matter what style, other people's paintings are very similar, only Yi Shuya's paintings - the chrysanthemum leaves are not like chrysanthemum leaves, but more like chicken feet, and the petals are not like petals. Not to mention that the petals are clear, they are just randomly drawn, one stroke after another, what he draws is not petals, but a mass of unknown shape.

Shang Tingli said, "Miss Yi, take a closer look and compare them. Are you sure that the one you painted is a chrysanthemum leaf?"

Yi Shuya looked around and didn't think there was anything wrong. She insisted, "It's chrysanthemum leaves. Although everyone's paintings are better than mine, the chrysanthemum leaves I drew are still chrysanthemum leaves."

Shang Tingli: “…”

[Well, there is no hope.]

Ke Yishang held her forehead with one hand and covered her mouth with a handkerchief with the other, fearing that she would laugh out loud in front of him again, which would be very embarrassing.

When all the portraits were placed on the table, Pan Qinghuan's attention was no longer on Yi Shuya's painting, but he stared at He Zhiqiang's painting in a trance.

He Zhiying looked across as if she had sensed something, and saw the girl opposite her staring fiercely at the painting in front of her. She frowned in displeasure.

Pan Qinghuan suddenly raised her eyes and happened to meet those cold and calm eyes. She was stunned for a moment, then turned her head away. But she clenched her fists, feeling particularly unwilling. Since she was mediocre at the beginning, she would be a mediocre person for the rest of her life. Why did she suddenly become famous and become a talented woman? How could she be admired by the Queen? She was just a mediocre person that even her cousin looked down upon. How could she win the position of Crown Princess?

He Zhiqiang didn't know what she was thinking, but he knew one thing, that is, he was very likely regarded as a thorn in the side of this person.

She lowered her eyes and thought deeply. It was not terrible to be regarded as an imaginary enemy. What was terrible was that someone was friendly to you and considered you in every way on the surface, but did things to stab you in the back behind your back.

After the incident with Yi Shuya's paintings, everyone temporarily stopped commenting on each other. They took their paintings back from the table and started chatting casually.

In order to clean his eyes, Shang Tingli ate a few more pieces of chrysanthemum cake.

Three quarters of an hour passed quickly, and the eight young ladies who had been on stage for the second round of painting also left the stage. A table could seat ten people, and two young ladies sat at their table, while the rest went to the table at the back.

Another three quarters of an hour passed and it was already noon. Those who had gone up first were probably young ladies who had reached marriageable age or young ladies who had just married, and no younger ladies came up on stage later.

Seeing this, Princess Rong said, "Young people can come over and display their paintings. Let me wait for the old ones to select the first place."

Shang Tingli heard this and stood up with the painting, but heard Ke Yishang's exclamation beside him: "Sister-in-law, your painting——"

"what's wrong?"

Shang Tingli looked back, confused.

Ke Yishang pointed at her painting and widened her eyes in horror: "What, what's going on?"

Shang Tingli looked down in the direction of her finger, and saw that the painting in his hand had turned into a blank piece of paper without him noticing. All the colors on it had disappeared, and it was so clean that it seemed as if no one had ever painted on it.

She raised her eyebrows.

[Interesting, really interesting.]

Ke Yichang heard her thoughts, paused, and said anxiously, "Sister-in-law, what should we do?"

She had just seen clearly that her sister-in-law had painted on it, so it couldn't be a blank piece of paper.

In just a moment, she thought of what her sister-in-law had said in her heart before - she already knew that Zhou Jingyu wanted to embarrass her... and it turned out to be such a way to embarrass her!

How could there be such a bad person!

Shang Tingli chuckled and patted her hand soothingly. Even though it was clearly about himself, he still comforted her, "Ling Yun, don't worry. This is not a big deal."

How could Ke Yichang not be anxious? This matter concerns her sister-in-law's reputation. "But..."

Shang Tingli stared into her eyes and said calmly, "Trust me."

Ke Yishang calmed down and nodded.

Having just heard the noise from the aunt and sister-in-law, He Zhiying glanced at the paper in Shang Tingli's hand and frowned: "Sister Tingli, can you solve it?"

Without waiting for Shang Tingli to answer, she continued, "I know about this situation. All I need to do is..."

Shang Tingli interrupted her with a smile and said, "Thank you, Sister He, for your concern. I know what to do."

He Zhixiang nodded and said no more.

Xu Jinshu frowned and said, "If it doesn't work, we will testify for you. We have actually seen your paintings just now."

"Thank you Sister Jinshu, it's actually not that troublesome." Shang Tingli said.

Seeing that they hadn't moved yet, Zhou Jingyu's eyes flashed, and she curved her lips and shouted, "Aren't those in front going up to the stage yet? The judging is about to begin!"

Hearing her voice, Ke Yishang looked over coldly, then followed Shang Tingli up to the platform.

Zhou Jingyu was frightened by her eyes for a moment, but she smiled again after a moment. Did she find the problem? What's the use? This ugly, she must make that bitch go out.

There were twenty-four people in total who went on stage three times. At this time, there were twelve people standing on the stage, and twelve people standing below the stage. This was to allow the people at the table to see everyone's paintings clearly at the same time.

Shang Tingli was still standing in the first position on the left. The piece of white paper in her hand stood out against the backdrop of all the flowers and willows.

Someone at the table exclaimed: "Hiss——"

"Why is the Crown Princess of Prince Ren holding a blank paper?"

"Could it be that the Crown Prince's Consort is just going on stage for formality? She is not really competing?"

"The Crown Princess... can't paint?"

Everyone was talking.

Yu Lanxi looked at Shang Tingli holding a piece of white paper on the platform and laughed happily: "Mom, look, what did I say? She just can't paint!"

Pan Yaying ignored her, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she was obviously happy.

She also enjoyed seeing the orphan girl make a fool of herself.

As if she was surprised to find Shang Tingli holding a blank painting, Zhou Jingyu turned around in shock and looked at Shang Tingli on the high platform, and asked in surprise: "Princess, why don't you paint?"

But no matter how she pretended, she couldn't suppress her excitement.

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned to Shang Tingli, and indeed, they saw her holding a blank piece of paper.

Yi Shuya and Jing Yuyuan asked at the same time: "Princess, where are your paintings?"

Unlike others, they were the ones who actually saw Shang Tingli's paintings, and their expressions now were exactly the same as when Ke Yishang first discovered the clues.

Even Pan Qinghuan and Ruan Liuzheng couldn't help but frown and ponder what was going on.

"Mother, my sister-in-law is..." Conanjia couldn't believe it, "Could my sister-in-law be murdered by someone?"

She saw it clearly when her sister-in-law took the stage, and she knew that she had definitely started painting. Even if it was not a complete painting, there were at least a few strokes of ink.

Wenhui looked cold and chose to wait and see what would happen, but she already had an idea in her mind.

She said, "Trust your sister-in-law."

On the stage.

Shang Tingli looked down at Zhou Jingyu and said calmly, "I think Miss Zhou San knows best whether I have painted or not."