Leaving the bamboo house, Xie Jingchen headed towards the pavilion.
The Hidden Guard followed behind him, and said, "Eldest Young Master, how about I go find the Heir of Marquis Jingguo and bring the painting back?"
"Bringing it back now is too late!" Xie Jingchen's face was gloomy.
The Hidden Guard didn't speak, thinking about how so many people at Baosheng House saw it. The news would spread, and probably half of the Capital City knows about that painting by now.
Prince NanAn and the others went a bit too far.
Xie Jingchen sat down, unable to get into reading. He finally said, "Bring the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone here."
The Hidden Guard brought the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone to the pavilion.
Xie Jingchen used a paperweight to flatten the paper and dipped his brush in ink.
A quarter of an hour later.
A grayish image of the Heir of Marquis Jingguo leaped onto the paper.
It wasn't that black.
