Chiang Xiao didn’t bother with what he was feeling and said to Yu Hang, "That’s right, medicinal paintings. The pigments I use have the highest quality wild herbs added to them, so the cost of the painting won’t be low."
"If you mix medicinal herbs into the pigments, will the paintings actually have an effect?" Yu Hang wasn’t a fool, his mind quickly came up with an example. "Like poison, if you drink it, you’ll die, but if you used it in the pigment and made a painting, does that mean staring at the painting a few times could kill you?"
Behind Chiang Xiao, Xi Minghui gave him a thumbs-up.
At this moment, he felt like willingly calling him ’cousin.’
It was clear he could tell Yu Hang liked Chiang Xiao, but he would still tease him nonetheless.
Yu Hang pretended not to see this little gesture, his peach blossom eyes gleaming as he looked at Chiang Xiao, waiting for her response.
Chiang Xiao’s expression remained unchanged.
"Some poisons are gaseous types, toxic fumes, just a whiff can cause a poisoning reaction." She blinked and continued, "Moreover, the medicinal properties used need to be volatile, so when you appreciate the painting, you can inhale the therapeutic vapors, achieving a certain healing effect. Of course, the herbs I use aren’t a cure-all, they simply provide some assistance. If the person admiring the painting happens to like it and feels joy, the two effects combined can be better than an ordinary painting, right?"
What to do if he had nothing to say in response?
Watching Chiang Xiao’s serious demeanor, he suddenly felt a desire to laugh. "You’re just making excuses."
Having heard this, Xi Minghui gave him a sidelong glance, feeling a bit alarmed.
Brother, could it be that you’ve really fallen for this girl?
This is The Bragging King!
Yet, they had all seen her award-winning ’Secluded Valley Orchid’ and were genuinely impressed with her painting skills.
This was an opportunity, and they had no choice but to give it a try.
No matter what Yu Hang said, Chiang Xiao didn’t take it to heart, her thoughts drifting again. If Tyrant Meng were here, he would undoubtedly say to her with certainty, "Chiang Xiaoxiao, I’ve spotted another suspicion about you. When we report our marriage at eighteen, let’s come clean together."
Hmm, if they really were going to get married, how many things would she have to confess?
If she were truly honest, might she end up shocking Tyrant Meng into fainting?
Should she consider, for his sake, steadfastly refusing to marry him?
"How long will it take for you to finish the painting?" Yu Hang asked.
Chiang Xiao replied, "About ten days. Also, until I say otherwise, you must keep my use of medicinal herbs in painting a secret."
"No one would believe this even if you told them," Xi Minghui rolled his eyes at her.
It was strange, Xi Minghui thought she was The Bragging King, but for some reason, he didn’t dislike her.
Could it be because she might one day become his cousin-in-law?
Xi Minghui cast a sly glance at Yu Hang and then at Chiang Xiao.
Yu Hang remained calm and collected, not feeling the slightest bit guilty.
Chiang Xiao, however, wasn’t looking at him at all.
After they agreed, for the next ten days, Chiang Xiao would head home right after school and lock herself in her room to paint.
On the tenth day, Yu Hang and Xi Minghui followed her home.
Because they were eager to see the painting, but Chiang Xiao said it was very large and inconvenient to be viewed outside; their dormitory wasn’t occupied by just the two of them either, so it was inconvenient there as well. Consequently, she simply brought them home with her.