The palace maids quickly came forward and took the scriptures away.
Fu Ying then closed his eyes again.
There were no scriptures, but there was a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone in front of him. Xue Wufu took a piece of white paper and scribbled it for fun.
He drew a person that looked like a ghost. Another one carried a big flag with one hand and carried a small little person with the other hand as if he was carrying a baby chick. He looked extremely proud of his painting.
The little person was suspended in the air, its two hands flailing as if it was being bullied.
Then, he drew a long arrow pointing at the little person and added the words wicked woman next to it.
The eunuchs, palace maids, and guards all sighed. This man must be the Prince of Da Ling. Otherwise, how could he be so bold to draw something like that…