On that day, Chu Wang remained in Chu Jiangnan's sleeping quarters. In truth, there wasn't much to chat about, as Chu Jiangnan was always a man of few words.
Today's Chu Wang also had little to say, so for most of the time, the two of them sat in silence.
They just drank tea.
Drinking tea together, and looking over the memorials.
Until Feng Yexuan arrived.
"A portrait?"
Chu Jiangnan was a bit surprised. At this time, what sort of portrait was his apprentice bringing to him?
"Did you draw it yourself?"
This made it even more peculiar.
While Chu Jiangnan knew that Prince Yexuan was both skilled in literature and martial arts, and his talent in painting surpassed many accomplished artists,
but why would he be in the mood to paint right now?
"Whose portrait is it?"
Chu Wang was also curious as to what Little Xuanzi was up to today, having the mind to paint.
"Master and Uncle can have a look and then speak."
