Si Zheng held back, took a piece of paper, and started drawing a cat identical to the one made by Bai Zhi'er, sitting across from her.
She wore a smile, with flashes of cunning calculation in her eyes at times.
"Your Highness, how do you find this humble piece of mine? Is it worthy enough to add a tail to your kitty?"
After finishing the drawing, Si Zheng turned the paper and presented it to Bai Zhi'er.
The little one blinked her long dark eyelashes twice.
Looking at Bai Zhi'er's petite face, Si Zheng secretly felt pleased with herself.
Let's see what the Princess has to say this time!
Bai Zhi'er used the tip of the brush to poke her own soft little chin.
"Mother once said, whatever one draws reflects something deep in their heart, no matter what it is."
"Some people draw mountains, their colors stretching endlessly and mysteriously, indicating a broad heart; some depict rushing waters with bold strokes, suggesting a restless spirit."
