"You want to go over?"
" Go to the Hall of Ten Thousand Books and wait there. I'll go over and take a look. I'll find out what she's up to."
"Alright!" Ding Yi agreed.
Zhang Ronghua followed.
After a while.
They stopped in the depths of the Purple Garden. Hundreds of flowers were in full bloom, and the rich fragrance did not disperse. At a glance, the flowers here were all purple, beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
Ming Fei sat on a stone bench, four palace maids stood behind her, and a eunuch stood guard outside.
"How about making a painting for BenGong?"
" Of course I can paint for you, Your Highness," Zhang Ronghua said seriously." But I have more important things to deal with. If I delay the important matter, I will be impeached in court. It will be difficult to defend myself."