Zhi’er had half her face covered by a veil.
Fang Wushen looked at her from the side, and could only see her fluttering long lashes, black and curly.
The little one was fully concentrated.
In just a short while, a tiger with clouds under its four paws leaped onto the paper.
However, it was still missing a pair of eyes.
Fang Wushen thought it was his turn.
Unexpectedly, Zhi’er dipped her brush in ink again, going to draw the veins and muscle lines that protruded with effort on the tiger’s paws.
Seeing this, Fang Wushen couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
It seemed as if this little one had seen a tiger in person.
Otherwise, those details couldn’t be entirely imagined.
"Brother? Brother!" Zhi’er called softly, "What are you spacing out for!"
Only then did Fang Wushen realize that he had zoned out.
He hurriedly sat up straight, "Sorry, I was just thinking about how to draw the tiger’s eyes, is it my turn now?"
Zhi’er shook her head, "Help me grind a bit more ink."
Fang Wushen quickly complied.
He smiled meanwhile and said, "Your tiger is so lifelike, even without eyes, I can already feel its majestic awe!"
Zhi’er sweetly smiled, her dark, bright eyebrows immediately curving.
"That’s just how they are."
She was drawing a simple version of the Divine Beast White Tiger.
Fang Wushen saw her childlike innocence, cute and pure.
He couldn’t help but move a little closer.
"Thank you again, otherwise I wouldn’t have completed the task given by the teacher!"
Zhi’er blinked her long lashes, "It’s alright, it was your sister who helped me first."
Fang Wushen didn’t expect this little one knew that was his sister.
He chuckled, feeling rather proud, "My sister is going to inherit my father’s general position in the future, she’s definitely impressive."
Zhi’er tilted her little head, "General... wow, so they were afraid of your sister and ran away?"
"Naturally not," Fang Wushen confessed, "This Mingyang Academy, it might seem like it’s Master’s, but in reality, half of the funding comes from my father."
Zhi’er looked at him in confusion.
Those eyes were luminous and bright.
Fang Wushen smiled and patiently explained, "Back when the former dynasty was still around, my father had a dream one night."
"In the dream, a Goddess whose face was unclear told him that under the old tree at home was buried a package of gold and silver and a token."
"The Goddess said his wife was about to face a great calamity, and if he wanted to avoid it, he would need to establish an academy and invite a teacher to teach and nurture talent, thereby resolving it."
"After waking up, my father went to check, and sure enough, it was there. After that, my mother surprisingly survived after giving birth to twins, me and my sister, even though she was bleeding profusely and thought to be dying!"
"Since then, my father has believed in the Goddess’ words without doubt."
"Not long after, Mingyang Academy was established, and one day the Goddess appeared in his dream again, saying she had taken the token and would appear someday with it."
"The next day, the token my father had cherished was indeed gone. Thus, all these years, he has been waiting for the Goddess to appear."
"But my father is a military general, he only knows how to invest money, not how to manage things."
"Now, nearly ten years later, the Master has been negotiating with my father, wanting to buy Mingyang Academy from him. But my father hasn’t agreed yet!"
"So, naturally Gao Qianqian would be afraid of my sister; without Mingyang Academy, the Gao Family would be nothing!"
Zhi’er let out a soft, cute "Oh~," half understanding.
The little one immediately asked, "But for an academy, why does it have such great power?"
In that case, Miss Gao’s grandfather was just someone who managed books.
So where does the Gao Family’s domineering confidence come from?