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

Upon hearing the sound, Wei Hongjin suddenly turned around, her anger vanishing completely, replaced by a sweet smile and shyness in her eyes and brows.

"Young Master Huo, it's been a long time."

Standing opposite Wei Hongjin was Huo Ye.

Huo Ye is passionate about painting, and he came to participate in the painting competition with the hope of winning first place.

"I'm asking you who you were just cursing?" Huo Ye's expression was cold, and his tone was terrifyingly indifferent.

Wei Hongjin was already used to Huo Ye's indifference towards her, but this was the first time Huo Ye had been so fierce to her.

“Young Master Huo, you’re being so fierce. You’ve scared them. They didn’t even yell at you.”

Wei Hongjin looked three parts aggrieved and seven parts coquettish, her eyes lowered, but she would occasionally look up to steal a glance at Huo Ye.

"Are you insulting the God of Painting?" Huo Ye pressed.

Wei Hongjin then realized that Huo Ye was questioning her.

She knew that Huo Ye loved painting God's paintings to the point of obsession.

She came to the competition hoping to win a painting by the painting master and give it to Huo Ye in order to please him.

Now that she knows the Painting God is Song Siyao, Huo Ye's liking for the Painting God is the same as his liking for Song Siyao.

This is absolutely not allowed!

She knew Huo Ye didn't like her, and she allowed Huo Ye to like other women, but that woman could not be Song Siyao.

Song Siyao was a divorced woman. Huo Ye liked a divorced woman but didn't like her. Doesn't that mean she was even worse than a divorced woman?

She absolutely cannot accept such a thing.

"Young Master Huo, do you like Song Siyao?" Wei Hongjin asked, her eyes red.

She was very angry.

However, she couldn't bear to part with Xiong Huoye.

Huo Ye looked at Wei Hongjin with arrogance, disgust, and ferocity, "Are you my father or my mother? What does it matter to you who I like or dislike? Please stop bothering me. I don't like you, there's no possibility between us, please don't interfere in my life!"

Tears welled up in Wei Hongjin's eyes, but she showed no arrogance or domineering attitude in front of Huo Ye.

"I didn't interfere with you, that's not what I meant, please don't do this." She explained frantically, trying to coax Huo Ye.

"Princess Hongjin, please have some self-respect!" Huo Ye walked past Wei Hongjin resolutely, not even sparing her a glance.

He took two steps and stopped, without turning back, and continued, "Also, the Goddess of Painting is unparalleled in the world, you can't compare to her. She is a cloud in the sky, and you are mud on the ground."

Upon hearing this, Wei Hongjin suddenly turned around, gritting her teeth, as angry as a tiger whose food had been taken away.

"Huo Ye, I'm going to stick to you. You can like anyone, but you can't like Song Siyao!"

Huo Ye didn't look back and kept walking forward, his eyebrows and nose furrowed with worry.

Today, Song Siyao's identity as the God of Painting has been revealed, and no one is more distressed or grieving than him.

He remembered that he hadn't even given Song Siyao a second glance before running away from the Zhenbei Marquis's residence that day, and he was filled with deep regret.

So when everyone crowded around to talk to Song Siyao, he stood far away, too ashamed to go up to her.

If time could turn back, he definitely wouldn't have run away; he would have grabbed Song Siyao and quickly arranged their engagement.

However, it's not too late now.

He is unmarried, and Song Siyao is unmarried, so he still has a chance.

He had to hurry back to the manor so that his mother could go to the Zhenbei Marquis's manor to propose marriage to Song Siyao again.

As Yan Wei walked out of the academy gate, he heard Wei Hongjin confessing her love to Huo Ye.

He doesn't care about this matter.

However, Wei Hongjin mentioned Song Siyao.

His gaze fell on Huo Ye's departing figure, and his eyes instantly turned icy.

Does he like his master?

Huo Ye is not good enough for him!

He couldn't let Huo Ye harm his master; he had to find a way to stop him.

Yang Qian, standing in the academy, gazed at the empty Hundred Flowers Garden. Recalling the scenes that had just unfolded, a barely perceptible sneer appeared on his lips before he left through the back gate of the academy.

Song Siyao and Shen Pei rode in a carriage all the way to the palace.

Shen Pei felt particularly relieved when he recalled Song Siyao's earlier insult that Shen Xuan was only fit to be his groom.

Finally, someone is openly defending him.

"Thank you." Shen Pei looked at Song Siyao, his voice as gentle as water.

"It was nothing, Your Highness, please don't take it to heart," Song Siyao said indifferently.

The smile on Shen Pei's face went up from the corners of his mouth, finally settling in his eyes, where it transformed into a crescent moon.

"Your casual act of kindness is a warm expectation that makes my heart race."

Shen Pei murmured it to himself, but did not say it aloud.

"Don't pay attention to what he said. Your leg has almost recovered now. As long as you are completely detoxified, you will be able to walk freely."

Song Siyao hadn't expected that her casual defense of Shen Pei would make him so happy, so she couldn't help but comfort him.

Shen Pei asked, almost as if possessed, "What if he still insults me in the future?"

Song Si looked at Shen Pei, and his tone sounded like a child who had been bullied outside and was going home to complain to his parents.

Usually at this time, parents will give their children a positive response, support them, and make them feel protected.

So Song Siyao followed suit and said fiercely, "If he dares to curse you again, I'll poison him so he can't speak!"

Shen Pei was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

Since his mother's passing, he has never experienced the feeling of being cherished and pampered.

It turns out that his life could have sweetness.

Song Siyao stared at Shen Pei in a daze. She knew Shen Pei was good-looking, but she didn't expect him to be so handsome when he smiled.

He was the most handsome man she had ever seen.

His smile was like drinking a glass of ice-cold, sweet juice on a hot June day.

Take a bite, and you'll experience a refreshing coolness and an intense sweetness.

It's like a fire in the freezing cold, warm and cozy, making you want to hug it.

It's more like a gentle breeze in the second month of spring, when the grass is growing and the orioles are singing, stirring gently and just right.

Song Siyao felt that every pore on her body had opened up, and every cell was breathing in the joy that Shen Pei's smile brought her.

"Painting God, I'll be counting on you from now on," Shen Pei teased Song Siyao.

His tone was unusually relaxed.

"No problem, call me if you get into a fight, I'll help you fight."

In that instant, Song Siyao resembled a chivalrous elder brother, brimming with heroic spirit.

The two chatted back and forth, and soon arrived at their destination.

Shen Pei told Song Siyao, "I'll wait for you here, don't worry."

"Okay." Song Si got off the carriage and whispered to Wei Xin, "Go buy some food for your prince, don't let him go hungry."

“Yes, Miss Song.” Wei Xin readily agreed.

His prince cares about Song Siyao, and Song Siyao also cares about his prince.

It seems that what he said today had an effect.

He genuinely believed it was his achievement.

Song Siyao stepped into the palace gates alone, as if walking on a chessboard of heaven and earth. She had a clear goal and went straight to the imperial study, where the chess player was waiting for her.