The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family-Chapter 1179 - 271: Drawing a Portrait_3

Pei Qin finally realized that he had brought her here only to flaunt their love. Since her man was outstanding, she naturally couldn’t be the weak link. She promptly assumed the demeanor of the Tiance Deity General, her face cold and aloof. After Wei Shu had finished her greetings, Pei Qin responded indifferently with a cold "hmm," "I heard your husband is about to die, so we came to have a look."

Wei Shu was taken aback, her face turning ugly in an instant.

The servants tending to them also had unsightly expressions, and their looks towards Pei Qin turned unpleasant. Their young master was critically ill, yet upon her visit, she said such words—was this the way to visit someone!? Had the Tiance Deity General no sense of decorum at all!?

Pei Qin had not come to visit, and the person beside her was even here to show off their love, adding insult to injury.

Mo Heng asked the steward leading the way, "Where is he? We need to return after this."

The steward glanced at Wei Shu, "The young master is ill, and it’s really inconvenient for Madam Pei to enter."

"I am here to paint a memorial portrait! Am I not here for Grandmother An to memorialize her husband!?" Pei Qin retorted coldly.

She promptly declared her identity as the Tiance Deity General, making it difficult for the steward to stop her any longer.

Wei Shu gazed at their clasped hands, Mo Heng’s long fingers tightly holding hers without letting go, insistently bringing her along, his look towards her carrying a chilly air, making her feel very distressed.

Pei Qin and Mo Heng entered the house together.

Wei Shu followed at the rear.

The wet nurse attending to An Zhouyuan, upon seeing Mo Heng arrive, wiped her tears and called softly, "Young master. Marquis Mo is here."

Hearing of Mo Heng’s arrival, An Zhouyuan opened his eyes, "Jiu Heng!"

"Mo Heng." Mo Heng corrected him. His name was given by his mother, and that character no longer belonged to him ten years ago!

An Zhouyuan tugged at the corners of his mouth in a smile, "You haven’t changed a bit." He had the nurse help him sit up.

The nurse fetched a large pillow to support him as he sat up.

Once settled, An Zhouyuan finally noticed that it wasn’t just Mo Heng, there was also a woman. He paused for a moment upon seeing their clasped hands, then hesitantly looked at Mo Heng and turned to Pei Qin, "This must be the famous General Pei, right!?"

"People always speak well when they’re about to die. Many say I lack experience, so my man brought me here to gain some," Pei Qin said with a smile.

It wasn’t her will but rather Jiu Heng’s insistence that brought her here. An Zhouyuan immediately felt a bitter sense in his eyes—Jiu Heng was so astute...

"You said it might take about an hour, that should give you enough time to talk," Pei Qin extended her hand to someone beside her.

Mo Heng handed her the sketchpad and ordered, "Bring over a brazier."

Wei Shu, unable to muster a smile, nodded and gestured for a servant to move it.

Mo Heng sat next to Pei Qin, waiting for her while also conversing with An Zhouyuan.

Pei Qin crossed her leg, placed the drawing board on her thigh, observed An Zhouyuan for a while, then began to draw.

"I am not skilled in realistic painting, but Qinqin will help you draw a memorial portrait for your wife to cherish," Mo Heng explained directly when he saw his puzzled look.

Qinqin... He had never used such an affectionate name for anyone else; their relationship had been good since childhood, and he only ever addressed her simply as Wei Shu.

An Zhouyuan paused, glancing at Wei Shu’s pale face, all his words stuck in his throat, unable to speak further. A memorial portrait! Only his parents would cherish and value that!

Mo Heng, seeing him silent, inquired about his illness, "I’ve brought an Imperial Physician to take a look, to help you get through another year."

To keep him alive for perhaps another few weeks.

An Zhouyuan quickly shook his head, smiling, "No need, I know my own body best—it’s already burned out."

As Mo Heng was speaking, the Imperial Physician had already arrived outside.

Along with him came Madam An, her eyes swollen from crying, pleading with the physician to have a look at An Zhouyuan. She wanted her son to stay with them for one last year! Without her son, how could they have a peaceful year!

Yet An Zhouyuan insisted, "Let me talk with Jiu Heng!"

Madam An watched him for a while, then left crying.

Wei Shu followed her out to console her.

An Zhouyuan took a few sips of ginseng soup.

Meanwhile, the image of An Zhouyuan under Pei Qin’s brush gradually took shape. Black and white wasn’t her forte; she preferred to use various colored brushes and then paint what she envisioned.

Since it was flat, she didn’t need to paint the torso, just a head portrait, which sped up the process somewhat. Pei Qin treated it as if she were painting a tortoise!

An Zhouyuan’s words, influenced by Mo Heng bringing Pei Qin along, shifted in tone, "These years of illness have indeed been hardest on Sister Shushu!" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Mo Heng looked on coldly, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery, "Enough living. Better to die soon and be reincarnated."