Her words were neither big nor small, and there were other translators present at the scene. Xin Ziqing wished she could strangle her! But she also had to abandon this idea.
The two went up on stage smoothly. Rong Dai looked at her with a smile and skillfully drafted on the manuscript paper.
While Lan Qian held the brush with her fingertips trembling slightly.
She hadn't held a brush for many, many years. She was once a young lady from a distinguished family, but her clan had declined.
Later she climbed up to the Emperor and became the Imperial Noble Consort. She had to plot against Rong Dai and be wary of the other concubines in the harem seducing the Emperor.
As the mother of the Crown Prince, she had to plan for her son's future.
Where did she have the leisure and time to do such delicate work?
Besides, there were court painters. These things were just ways for unmarried young ladies to while away their boredom. She didn't need to do it herself at all.
"Ms. Xin, you wouldn't happen to have hand cramps by any chance?"
Seeing that she hadn't moved her brush for a long time, Rong Dai "kindly" reminded her.
Xin Ziqing's face darkened. This bitch!
Then she had to grit her teeth and design on the manuscript paper. She thought and thought, and drew a hairpin using the most popular style in Shangyuan at that time.
Because photography equipment was installed, the two's creations could be seen clearly on the big screen.
Rong Dai had a clear concept and crisp lines, and the style was novel enough.
An armlet with a retro palace flair came out. Next to it were notes on material selection and usage.
In contrast, Xin Ziqing's design was not only complicated, it was completely irrelevant to the theme. The only relevant thing was that it had a Huaxia flavor.
After half an hour of drafting, before the organizers could take action and raise doubts, the designer who had spoken up was immediately on fire, pointing at Xin Ziqing and yelling, "She's cheating!"
"We're all designers. I absolutely don't believe this draft came from her hand! I can get someone to authenticate it!"
Xin Ziqing was so angry her face turned black. Seeing Rong Dai standing to the side looking completely calm and innocent, in Xin Ziqing's mind she immediately imagined Rong Dai dying ten thousand horrible deaths under her!
Lan Qian was anxious below and could only frantically wink at Xin Ziqing!
Xin Ziqing suddenly understood. Suddenly the brush in her hand fell to the ground with a "snap". Her face went pale and broke out in cold sweat. Her body collapsed to the ground all at once.
The scene was quiet for a second or two before the host reacted. The security personnel with first aid knowledge immediately went forward to help!
However, Xin Ziqing's face was exceptionally agonized, and her body kept trembling.
The scene became a little chaotic. Rong Dai felt a bit speechless. Xin Ziqing was still Xin Ziqing, always using such methods to save the situation.
This trick never failed in front of the Emperor in her past life, leading her to eat quite a few silent losses.
She also didn't know if this trick of hers could make the people at the scene buy it today!
"Make way! She's just had a recurrence of an old illness. She's been very weak these past few days. Please let her through!"
Lan Qian could speak French. She held up a medicine bottle and swept past Rong Dai calmly.
Rong Dai's brows furrowed slightly. This smell was very familiar. Wasn't it the one she had smelled on Xin Ziqing at the castle that day?
This smell was unique, like medicine but also a bit like perfume.
She walked forward two steps and saw that Xin Ziqing on the ground did look terrifying, very twisted, as if having an epileptic seizure.
This...could not be faked.
Rong Dai's eyes darkened slightly as she involuntarily thought of some things.
She could see Lan Qian spraying the medicine into Xin Ziqing's mouth, and the fragrance became a bit stronger.
Wispy, but it quickly dissipated.
