Black Painting

Rong Mei looked at Bai Lianhua in tears. “Teacher, you are very kind. Even when you had grudges and hated Bai Naxing for not caring about your father, you still cheered her on. Isn't that too much? I didn't know that the empress had such a past. Does anyone else know about it?”

The teapot was refilled. But Guo Fen was still not sleepy either. Even though it was getting late, Bai Lianhua's past story caught his attention.

"There isn't any. But my father painted the dark story of Na Xing in a painting. After I advised Bai Naxing, she came home and had a big fight with her mother. I can hear it from up in the tree where I usually monitor. My father was in his room and I saw him contemplating his daughter exploding like a madman. His eyes were bulging and his gaze fierce. His shoulders were heaving with the bubbling emotion. My father looked down sadly seeing his daughter turn grumpy like that.

“But unexpectedly, it turned out that Bai Naxing took a knife and was about to stab my father.
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