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

“Song Siyao presented this to Nie Lan on the third day of the ninth month of the fifteenth year of Changlong.”

Song Siyao read the contents of the note aloud, and she recognized the handwriting as hers.

"How is that possible? Song Siyao, what nonsense are you spouting?" Su Qingshuang shouted.

"Open your eyes wide and take a good look!" Song Siyao slapped the note into Su Qingshuang's hand.

Su Qingshuang looked closely and saw that it was indeed as Song Siyao had said.

She instantly broke down, shaking her head frantically, "How could this be? Absolutely impossible!"

Shen Xuan took the note from Su Qingshuang's hand, and her expression changed slightly after reading it.

In that instant, the way he looked at Song Siyao changed.

Behind Song Siyao was the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion. Her father and five brothers had all sacrificed their lives for the country, and their loyalty was enough to make Emperor Changlong treat her exceptionally well.

However, heroes are no more, and with the passage of time, the kindness of his father may not remain.

He didn't take Song Siyao seriously.

Later, Song Siyao also acquired the identity of a ghost doctor.

Having exceptional medical skills is something to be proud of.

However, he still didn't take it seriously. After all, Song Siyao was a divorced woman, and getting close to her would do more harm than good.

Today, Song Siyao is a renowned painting master.

Throughout the world, there are countless people who worship the god of painting. Nie Lan is just the first painter of the academy, and he is a guest of honor of many powerful and wealthy people.

He was indifferent to fame and fortune and disdained associating with such people.

If he could bring Song Siyao under his wing and make her his person, then he could use Song Siyao to win people's hearts, which would definitely be twice as effective.

Song Siyao possesses extraordinary medical skills, stunning beauty, and painting skills worth a fortune. He was captivated by such a talent.

"Master Painter, I've long admired your name." Shen Xuan looked at Song Siyao with a broad smile.

Song Siyao didn't even glance at this sudden, utilitarian gesture of goodwill.

Shen Xuan felt a little embarrassed.

Shen Pei observed Shen Xuan's every move and saw through Shen Xuan's scheme, but he did not point it out.

But his eyes were like sharp knives, as if he wanted to kill Shen Xuan immediately.

"Your Highness, please give me back the note." Nie Lan stretched out his hand to Shen Xuan, who placed the note in his palm.

He then asked, "Your Highness, is the current evidence sufficient to prove that Miss Song is indeed the Painting Goddess?"

Shen Xuan laughed to cover his embarrassment, "Of course, Mr. Nie's eyes are the evidence, very good."

Nie Lan stuffed the note back into the pen, then closed the pen. "Painting God, it's all thanks to your wisdom that you designed this mechanism when you created the pen. I was so foolish. If I had discovered it sooner, I wouldn't have had to travel all over the mountains and rivers to find you."

He didn't blame Song Siyao for not telling him about the mechanism when she gave him the pen back then. On the contrary, he was very happy. It turned out that Song Siyao had long regarded him as a good friend, giving him such a precious gift and telling him her true identity.

In this vast world, no one knows that the world-renowned painting master is the second young lady of the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion.

If he had discovered the secret of the paintbrush earlier, he would have been the only person in Kyushu who knew the true identity of the God of Painting.

"Mr. Nie, I'm sorry." Song Siyao didn't know why she did it back then. As her hidden identity was exposed more and more, she felt increasingly uncertain.

What kind of person was she in the past?

"Ha, Song Siyao, you're admitting you're a painting god right now? The inkstone hasn't even been tested yet!" Su Qingshuang said defiantly.

“Mr. Nie, take a look at the inkstone,” Song Siyao said.

Nie Lan turned the inkstone upside down, and everyone saw a line of words on the bottom of the inkstone.

With a colorful pen in hand, a myriad of scenes unfold on the paper.

Signed: Changlong.

Who would dare to forge Emperor Changlong's handwriting?

Moreover, this inkstone is clearly a royal item.

With the evidence laid bare, Song Siyao is undoubtedly a master painter.

Suddenly, the people around began to stir.

"I never imagined that I would be able to see the true face of the painting master in my lifetime. I can die without regrets."

"When I get old, I want to tell my grandson about his glorious moment today."

"What glory do you have? Glory belongs to the god of painting."

"The painting is divine and magnificent!"

"Although I didn't win a prize in today's competition, I'm even happier than if I had won one."

"The glory of the painting god leads our Great Zhou's painting skills to the whole land."

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Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Nie Lan added, "Miss Su, have you given up?"

His words can be infuriating.

Su Qingshuang's face turned pale, and she swayed. Song Siyao was truly a master painter.

How could she be a painting goddess?

She's nothing but a divorced woman, a fool!

She looked at Song Siyao's face, which was filled with hatred, anger, and resentment.

Song Siyao met her gaze directly, her voice as cold as a thousand-year-old icy pool, "Su Qingshuang, do I need to explain to you why I can paint such a picture?"

Su Qingshuang's lips trembled, and she was speechless, her hatred deepening in her eyes.

Song Siyao continued, "Miss Su, do you still believe that Mr. Yan leaked the competition questions to me and helped me cheat?"

Su Qingshuang's face suddenly turned from pale to bright red. She was furious and ashamed, gritting her teeth and wishing she could tear Song Siyao's mouth apart.

"Miss Su, why aren't you saying anything? Weren't you quite talkative just now?" Song Siyao provoked Su Qingshuang.

"Song Siyao, don't go too far! So what if you're a painting master? Your relationship with Mr. Yan is ambiguous and immoral!"

Su Qingshuang started to make trouble. Since she couldn't frame Song Siyao for cheating, she would slander her character and make her live a life of humiliation from then on.

"My relationship with Miss Song is completely innocent. I knew she was a painting prodigy, admired her talent, and respected her character. That's why Zhang Cheng was so respectful to her when he saw me," Yan Wei explained.

Song Siyao is his master, so of course he knows her identity.

“You’re lying! Since you knew she was a painting goddess, why didn’t you say so sooner?” Su Qingshuang asked.

“Miss Su, the Goddess of Painting has amnesia. She doesn’t even know her own identity. Do you think anyone would believe me if I told them? Even when Mr. Nie recognized her, you all asked him to produce evidence.”

Since Yan Wei couldn't reveal that he was Song Siyao's apprentice, he had to find other reasons.

“Miss Su, not everyone wants to be famous like you. If Miss Song wanted fame, she could have told everyone she was a painting prodigy many years ago, but she didn’t. She is low-key and indifferent to fame and fortune. If it weren’t for the special circumstances today, I’m sure Mr. Nie wouldn’t have revealed her identity.”

After hearing Yan Wei's words, Nie Lan nodded, "Mr. Yan is right. After I met the Goddess of Painting, she told me to keep her identity a secret."

The guard spoke up again, "I overheard their conversation this morning, and there was no improper relationship between them. It's just like what Mr. Yan said; he admires the god of painting a lot."

"Yes, Mr. Yan only has admiration for the God of Painting, not romantic feelings. It was I who, in a moment of lust, framed Mr. Yan and the God of Painting. Miss Su, compared to the God of Painting, you are truly unworthy of being called a noble lady. You are narrow-minded and vicious. You have even caused my death!"

Zhang Cheng was a worshipper of the god of painting.

He regretted it the moment Song Siyao's identity as the God of Painting was revealed.

He framed someone he had admired for many years.

Back when he spent the whole night imitating the paintings of the painting master, he secretly made up his mind that he must meet the painting master once in his life.

If he hadn't framed Song Siyao, he would have asked Song Siyao for painting tips. If Song Siyao had taught him just a little, it would have been enough for him to make a living by selling paintings.

He knelt before Song Siyao, his face full of remorse, "Painting God, I'm sorry, I deserve to die, I shouldn't have framed you."