The Emperor's heart is won, she sits on the Phoenix Throne! The Divine Physician's Eldest

"Now I announce the results of the competition. The third place winner is Su Qingshuang, the second place winner is Sikong Yu, and the first place winner is Song Siyao."

As soon as Yan Wei finished speaking, the entire arena erupted in chaos.

"How could it be her?"

"Yes! It absolutely can't be her. She's not a genius, how could she know everything?"

“We grew up in the capital, and our parents hired good teachers to educate us. We have studied hard for many years. Are we really not as good as her, a country bumpkin?”

"There's definitely something wrong here! When she entered the competition venue just now, I saw that she and Mr. Yan seemed very familiar with each other. Maybe someone had already leaked the competition questions to her!"

"It's not just Mr. Yan. Prince Ling just confessed his feelings to her in public. If she were to shamelessly ask the prince for the competition questions, he couldn't possibly refuse, could he?"

Cheating! Investigate thoroughly!

"Even Miss Su, with her exceptional talent, only got third place. How could she possibly get first place?!"

"Announcement of the top three entries!"

"Give us justice!"

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The discussions among the contestants grew louder and louder, like waves, one after another.

Someone started to get emotional, and the audience began to discuss it amongst themselves, expressing their dissatisfaction with the result.

Song Siyao remained calm. She knew that winning first place was hard to believe; in these people's eyes, she was just a fool.

How can these people accept being surpassed by fools?

When Yan Wei saw these people talking, he immediately looked at Song Siyao. How could he allow these people to slander his master?

He immediately shouted, "Shut up!"

His martial arts skills were passed down by Song Siyao, and he possessed profound internal strength; a single shout was enough for everyone to hear.

In an instant, the entire arena fell silent; you could hear a pin drop.

"Today's competition results were determined by the ten judges. If you have any opinions, feel free to voice them, but please refrain from making noise and, more importantly, from personal attacks!" Yan Wei's gaze was sharp as a knife, which intimidated some of the more timid ones into shutting up.

However, there are always those who dare to defy this.

"Mr. Yan, we demand that the top three works be announced so that everyone can judge whether these top three are fake!"

The speaker was Wei Hongjin.

She didn't even make it into the top three, and she was furious. She didn't think it was because her drawing skills were bad, but because she thought the rankings were rigged.

The most fake one is Song Siyao.

What makes her think she can surpass herself?

"Yes, Mr. Yan, announce the work!" someone echoed.

"Announce the work!"

The shouts grew louder and louder. Yan Wei looked at Yang Qian beside him, and Yang Qian nodded.

"Everyone wants to see the top three entries, okay, we'll announce them now!"

As soon as Yan Wei finished speaking, someone immediately took out the top three works to support them.

The others rushed forward and quickly surrounded the three paintings.

The theme of the competition was "Winter," and everyone created paintings with winter as the theme.

The content presented in the works is all inextricably linked to winter.

Su Qingshuang painted winter plum blossoms in the snow and ice; landscape painting is her forte.

She didn't paint a single plum tree, but a whole plum grove. The plum blossoms, noble and aloof, were a fiery red, creating a striking contrast with the frozen landscape, stimulating the viewer's senses and leaving them in awe.

Sikong Yu's painting depicts a warm winter.

Snowflakes were falling heavily outside, and the snow on the ground was so thick that it almost reached the knees of the children.

Inside, the lights were warm and inviting, and the adults sat around the stove, brewing tea, eating melon seeds, and chatting.

The children chased and played, their faces beaming with happy smiles.

Just by looking at this painting, one can almost hear the laughter and joy of the people in it.

It truly is a mild winter.

The weather is cold, but people's hearts are warm.

Song Siyao's works are unique.

Everyone who saw her work gasped in astonishment.

I was stunned for a moment, involuntarily holding my breath, feeling a deep shock within me.

What incredible skill it must be to create such a miraculous painting!

Her works are divided into distant views and close-ups.

The distant view is the battlefield.

Amidst the flames of war, the drums of war beat, and the bugles sounded, as soldiers fought valiantly.

Some were killed on horseback.

One man, stabbed multiple times, still refused to kneel. With his last ounce of strength, he plunged the knife in his hand into the enemy's heart, then turned back to gaze at his homeland, his eyes filled with longing.

Even though someone has lost their life, the flag in their hand still flutters in the wind as they kneel.

Some men, armed with long spears, were surrounded by the enemy, yet they refused to retreat.

……

Finally, the enemy was completely annihilated.

The surviving soldiers were battered and bruised, their armor tattered, but they stood firmly, leaning on each other's shoulders.

They gazed at their homeland, their eyes filled with longing, determination, loyalty, and faith.

We will not return until the enemy is defeated!

In the foreground is a bustling street.

Peddlers hawked their wares on the street, children played on the roadside, and shops nearby had their doors open, with vendors chatting enthusiastically with customers.

They were unaffected by the war and lived a peaceful, tranquil, and happy life.

At the end of the street, a young boy on horseback galloped by, waving a letter in his hand—a letter sent home by soldiers from the frontier.

Everyone on the street was wearing thick cotton-padded coats, but the boy's shoes had a green leaf stuck to the sole.

There isn't a single snowflake in the entire painting.

While everyone was engrossed in Song Siyao's work, Su Qingshuang shouted out.

“Mr. Yan, Song Siyao’s work doesn’t contain a single snowflake, and there are even green leaves. This is not winter, and it does not fit the theme of this competition. She does not deserve to win first place.”

Yan Wei looked at Su Qing Shuang and said in a serious tone, "Miss Su, are you familiar with the climate of my Great Zhou?"

Su Qingshuang scoffed, "What does the climate of my Great Zhou have to do with this competition? And what does it have to do with this painting?"

"In Miss Song's painting, the distant view is Fengshadu, and the foreground is the capital. To get from Fengshadu to the capital, one must pass through the South River. The soldiers in the distance are dressed in heavy clothing, and the people in the foreground are also wearing padded jackets. Steam is rising from the pots at the street stalls, and the breath of the pedestrians on the road is white. All of this indicates that it is winter. The South River is spring-like all year round. The messenger boy passed through the South River, so there are green leaves on his feet."

After explaining to everyone, Yan Wei looked at Su Qing Shuang and said in a very serious tone, "Miss Su, it's understandable that you are not well-educated and have poor skills, but you can't use your ignorance to question other people's abilities. You make yourself look like a joke."

His words were as devastating as trampling Su Qingshuang's face underfoot.

Everyone looked at Su Qing Shuang with disdain. It turned out that the Grand Tutor's granddaughter was nothing special, not even as good as Song Si Yao, who was once called a fool.

Su Qingshuang blushed and flew into a rage. She questioned Yan Wei, "Mr. Yan, if you're going to side with Song Siyao, at least come up with a better reason! It's just a painting. How do you know the distant view is Fengsha Ferry and the foreground is the capital?"