TSFLIP Chapter 883

Yes—Fengguang had once called him a genius.

A boy born in the wrong era, someone whose talent could not be accepted by his time, yet whose skill no one could truly deny. He was a genius, one born several hundred years too early.

Fengguang studied the paintings one by one. The more she looked, the stronger the shock in her heart grew. Finally, she stared straight at Baili Shu. “You really painted all of these by yourself?”

“Of course I did. Everyone who knows what I paint has stopped talking to me. They gossip behind my back, calling me vulgar.” His voice tightened slightly. “Only you, Eldest Sister-in-law—you encouraged me after you found out. You even praised me.”

“You really are incredible… no, more than incredible.” Fengguang patted his shoulder. “A few hundred years from now, you’ll definitely be known to the world as a great genius.”

Baili Shu grabbed her hand and laughed happily. “I knew it! Eldest Sister-in-law is still Eldest Sister-in-law. Even with amnesia, you’re the same as before!”

She scratched her head awkwardly, then asked, “By the way, didn’t you say you wanted to show me your new work?”

“I haven’t painted it yet, but I can start right away,” Baili Shu said cheerfully. “Because I’ve found the perfect model.”

The word model was something he had learned from Fengguang in the past.

“And who is this model you’re talking about?” she asked.

“Eldest Sister-in-law, let me introduce her to you.” Baili Shu clapped his hands and said to the guards at the door, “Bring that woman in.”

“Yes!” the guards replied.

Before long, a woman dressed in white with her face veiled was escorted inside.

The moment Fengguang saw the outfit, she knew exactly who it was. She couldn’t help sighing inwardly—what a small world.

“Eldest Sister-in-law, you probably don’t remember her either,” Baili Shu said considerately. “She’s Bingqing from Lanyue Pavilion—their top courtesan who sells her art but not her body. She’s pretty, and naturally her figure is quite good as well.”

Fengguang: “…”

She really wanted to say that hearing a child talk like this made it far too easy for people to label him a little beast.

“Don’t worry, Eldest Sister-in-law. No matter how pretty Bingqing is, I still think you’re the most beautiful person in the world.” The only regret was that Fengguang herself couldn’t serve as his model.

Bingqing’s cold gaze swept over Fengguang. Her posture was neither servile nor arrogant, giving the impression of an aloof snow lotus atop a sacred mountain—something to be admired from afar, never approached, lest one sully its purity.

Oh—and snow lotuses look a lot like cabbage.

Fengguang thought about it and decided that comparing someone to a snow lotus might not be entirely appropriate. But her literary talent only went so far, and she couldn’t come up with a more elegant description.

Baili Shu gave a blunt order. “Men—strip her.”

Fengguang was startled by his bluntness. Before she could say anything, Bingqing spoke coldly, “If you dare do that, I will bite my tongue and kill myself.”

“Go ahead and kill yourself,” Baili Shu replied indifferently. “As long as your body isn’t damaged and I can paint it, that’s enough.”

Bingqing seemed to grind her teeth in fury. Forcing herself to stay calm, she said, “You are a prince of the imperial family, yet you do such filthy things. Where are morality and justice in this?”

She didn’t even want to glance at the paintings on the walls—they disgusted her beyond measure.

“Morality? Justice?” Baili Shu said dismissively. “I don’t care about any of that. In my world, I am heaven. Being able to contribute something to heaven—shouldn’t that be a blessing earned over three lifetimes?”