Super God: My sister-in-law discovered me secretly drawing Kaisa's feet.

Keisha recognized the face.

My emotional fluctuations are not due to anything else, but because I hate it so much.

She had seen that guy more than once when her father took her to aristocratic banquets.

Hua Ye, the only prince of Tiancheng.

He was impeccably dressed, but his smile always carried an undisguised air of disdain; before he even uttered a word, he already looked down on people.

But given her status, everyone had to give her some leeway. That man, in particular, loved to get close to her, saying barbed things, both openly and subtly, as if he were looking at something that would eventually belong to him.

Keisha loathed that look.

They also disliked Hua Ye's demeanor.

Frivolous, filthy, and arrogant. But lacking any real talent or ability.

But now, in this painting, his head is being trampled under her feet.

He lay there in a sorry state.

Being trampled on by oneself as if it were perfectly natural.

Like a king stepping on his subjects.

It feels like it was meant to be this way.

Keisha felt a tightness in her chest, which, to be honest, felt quite good.

The constantly flowing, soft light and shadow further enhanced the "momentum" of the painting, making it seem as if she were truly standing before a vast army, as if what she was stepping on was not just Hua Ye, but all those who stood in her way.

She had that idea since she was a child.

I want to stand higher, to hold this planet and even things further away in my hands.

She didn't tell anyone, not even Liang Bing. Her father probably sensed something, but only a little.

She neither admitted nor denied it, but kept the thought deep in her heart.

This painting perfectly captures the deepest secrets hidden in her heart.

A bit exaggerated.

But the more this was the case, the deeper her doubts became.

Why did Su Mobai include Hua Ye in his painting?

He's seen him?

And there's that layer of light floating on the paper.

She had never seen this kind of energy before.

What kind of technology is it?

Liang Bing was originally thinking, "Why is this picture of my sister even more outrageous than mine?" But when she followed Keisha's gaze downwards, she recognized the face and exclaimed "Ah!" raising her eyebrows.

"Isn't this Hua Ye?"

"Su Mobai, you're pretty awesome."

"I didn't expect you to be so bold."

As soon as she said that, the expressions of the maids on the sidelines changed, and they quickly lowered their heads, pretending that they hadn't seen or heard anything.

Su Mobai's heart skipped a beat.

Bad.

I recognized him.

He was drawing so smoothly that all the impressions of the future in his mind came flooding out. He subconsciously decided that Hua Ye was the one he could easily step on and the one who deserved to be stepped on.

I only realized it after I finished writing, but by then the painting was already done, and any changes would only make it look weirder.

Keisha looked at Su Mobai.

Trying to find something on his face, Su Mobai stood there holding the drawing board, his Adam's apple bobbing, but his expression remained relatively calm, only his palms were slightly sweaty.

"Have you seen him?" Keisha asked.

This sentence didn't sound serious to Su Mobai.

But it was even harder to answer than when a sword was held to your neck.

There are too many people talking now. Although Keisha probably won't do anything to me, their planet Melo hasn't rebelled yet, and Hua Ye hasn't ascended the throne.

Su Mobai's mind raced, but his face remained impassive. "No."

Keisha's gaze remained unmoved. "You don't know who he is?"

Su Mobai continued, "Yes, I don't even know who this person is. As for why I drew him, I guess it just popped into my head when I was drawing him smoothly."

Upon hearing this, Liang Bing was first taken aback, then almost laughed in exasperation, "You sure know how to talk."

"Can anyone draw someone they've never seen?"

"You're kidding me."

Su Mobai ignored her teasing and instead spoke nonsense with a straight face, "I just feel that there should be someone at your sister's feet in this painting. If there isn't, it lacks a certain grandeur. As for who that person is... I really don't know."

"It was drawn in the dark."

"I also want to know why."

Liang Bing was speechless. "Fine! Let's put this matter with Hua Ye aside for now."

"Let's start by talking about how you treat me and my sister differently!!!"

He clenched his fist as he spoke, looking like he was eager to get started.

"Sister, you saw it too, didn't you?" She took two steps closer. "When he was drawing for me yesterday, he was just a still piece of paper. But with you, the colors move, the light moves, and even the person looks alive. Was he doing it on purpose?"

"Su Mo Bai!"

"Aren't you going to give me a proper explanation?"

Su Mobai's eye twitched.

It's really a wave of unrest, a wave of another.

But it's all good that Hua Ye's matter has been swept under the rug.

Liang Bing grew increasingly agitated, her tone rising sharply, "You were so good at drawing when you were drawing for my sister, but when you were drawing for me, all you did was stare at my legs and feet!!"

After she finished speaking, she glared fiercely at Su Mobai.

Su Mobai's lips twitched slightly. She herself had set up that scene yesterday, but now she was blaming him for it.

You idiot!

Keisha knew that now was not the time to delve into Hua Ye's matter. The bigger the commotion got, the harder it would be for her to handle. She had no choice but to hide the painting, otherwise it would cause a lot of trouble.

Another current issue is resolving the imbalance in his younger sister's heart, so they decided to confront Su Mobai together.

"My sister has a good point."

Why isn't hers included?

Liang Bing suddenly felt a surge of joy and immediately straightened up.

Su Mobai watched the two sisters singing in unison, and his temples throbbed twice. If he manages to win you over in the future, you'll be in for a world of hurt!

He then said, "I didn't have this feeling yesterday."

Liang Bing frowned. "What's wrong?"

"People have their own state of mind, and so do paintings," Su Mobai replied quickly, his voice steady. "Yesterday I only left you a portrait. Today's is more than just a portrait."

Keisha didn't say anything.

Liang Bing became even more annoyed. "Are you saying I'm not good enough?"

"I didn't say that, don't slander me, or I'll sue you for defamation." Su Mobai looked up at her.

"To be honest with you, I just entered a very mysterious state."

"So this is the first time I've drawn this. I can't even guarantee whether I can draw it a second time."

"What made it happen today is related to you, to this light, and perhaps even to that gust of wind just now. If you asked me to do it right now, I might not be able to."

This statement is half true and half false, but it holds water.

But Liang Bing doesn't buy into that.

She stared at Su Mobai, her anger not subsiding, but rather growing more and more suffocated.

To her, all the states, the light, and the wind were meaningless.

Ultimately, the one in her sister's hand was better looking than hers.

I'm just not good enough for it.

Liang Bing took a step forward, her skirt swaying gently, and she was already standing in front of Su Mobai. She raised her chin, her eyes fixed intently on him.

"I don't care."

Su Mobai's eyelids twitched.

Liang Bing didn't give him a chance to interrupt and continued to press on: "You have to give me one of these too."

She paused for a moment, as if the knife wasn't deep enough, narrowed her eyes, and added, "And, it can't be worse than my sister's."