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Among the paints used for drawing, there are various colors, but some have discrepancies with the phenomenon of Liu Qingxi. Even if the discrepancies are minor, they can lead to entirely different effects in artistic expression.
Liu Qingxi decisively purchased three colors, choosing the primary colors of paint: red, green, and blue.
As for other colors, she could easily mix them using these three.
At this point, Liu Qingxi couldn't help but feel fortunate. Although she studied structural design in her past life, she was also very interested in the early design of architecture and had the opportunity to mix colors herself.
Therefore, when faced with the desired colors now, it was no problem at all.
With three large bags of color, each of the three girls took one as they returned home.
While waiting for the wooden boards, Liu Qingxi organized her sketches and attempted to mix a few colors, discovering that the results were quite satisfactory.
Indeed, she had not lost this skill; who would have thought that this technique could still be useful in ancient times?
Time passed quickly, and before long, Liu Qingxi instructed her guard to bring back two people with the wood. All the servants began working vigorously.
The large wooden boards were sawed into strips according to her instructions, with Liu Yi and a few strong men rolling up their sleeves as the main workforce.
"Uncle Liu, be careful and precise; otherwise, the model might not fit together as we work."
"Miss, don't worry about us. Even though we may seem rough around the edges, we can be quite meticulous when it comes to work." The strong men were skilled fighters and worked efficiently.
Such a commotion naturally did not go unnoticed by the neighboring Wen Family. Given that both families treated each other like relatives, it wasn't long before the Wen Family came over.
No matter when it was, even at over thirty years old, the Wen Family always dressed elegantly. The serene smile on her face made her feel warm and comforting like a caring elder sister.
"Qingxi, what are you doing? I heard shouting early this morning."
"Aunt, it's nothing much. I just want to make a few models so that people can see what the house looks like at a glance instead of relying solely on drawings. After all, that's not realistic enough. What we're doing now is allowing people to understand the shape and layout of the house directly through their senses."
"With your clever ideas, if you really manage to pull it off, wouldn't someone like me, who can't understand blueprints, be able to understand too?" Wen Family became interested.
"Exactly! At that time, you won't even need to think; you'll see it clearly at a glance. But it might look a bit different since it's a scaled-down model!"
Wen Family waved their hand dismissively, exuding calmness: "That's not a problem at all. As long as it can be understood, Aunt believes in your methods and trusts it will create a sensation in the capital."
"Oh, right! I'll help too." Wen Family squatted down to assist, feeling restless as they watched everyone work without lifting a finger.
First, following Liu Qingxi's design, they cut the wooden boards and then glued them together piece by piece.
Meanwhile, in the court,
The civil and military officials were dressed in official robes, slightly bowing their heads, not daring to look directly at the Sovereign seated on the dragon throne.
Even though his health was declining day by day, the fear of Dugu Han remained unchanged in this era of supreme imperial power.
"My loyal ministers, if you have matters to discuss, speak up; if not, you may leave!" After a few words, Dugu Han suddenly began to cough violently. Just days ago, he had managed to endure until the morning court session ended.
But now? No matter how hard he tried, attending court had become somewhat difficult for him.
Soon after, Dugu Han was assisted by Liu Gonggong as he exited the Golden Throne Hall and returned to the rear hall. He collapsed onto the bed, feeling utterly weak, his inner garments soaked with sweat.
"Cough cough cough!" Another fit of coughing ensued.
Liu Gonggong was anxious but helpless; none of the doctors from the Imperial Medical Bureau could help. The emperor's body showed no issues; no matter what medicine he took, his health continued to deteriorate day by day.
In the Golden Throne Hall, after the emperor left, what had been a silent space erupted into buzzing discussions.
"Why hasn't the emperor's health improved yet?"
"Who knows? Even the Chief Physician has no way to help, sigh!" said an old minister supporting the Crown Prince.
Meanwhile, another group of people, although outwardly indifferent, secretly hoped that the Emperor would soon fall ill, allowing them to support their chosen candidate to ascend to power and enjoy the benefits of being close to the dragon.
"Your Highness, do you know how the Emperor's health is?" A few indecisive individuals, upon realizing that Dugu Han's condition was truly dire, chose to align themselves with Dugu Li.
Regardless, with the support of the Empress, his chances were slightly better.
Thus, they chose Dugu Li, the current Crown Prince.
On the other hand, although they did not openly express it, everyone fundamentally doubted his capabilities.
Dugu Li was flattered by several officials and felt elated, as if he could already see his splendid future ahead.
He cast a smug smile at Dugu Hao, as if to say there was no point in struggling any further.
Dugu Hao remained expressionless, glancing lightly at Dugu Li before turning to leave.
A bunch of fools! In the Golden Throne Hall, they dared to discuss the Emperor—that was a grave act of treason. Truly audacious!
The Crown Prince only dared to speak so recklessly because of the Emperor's favor, but he forgot that no emperor would allow anyone with ulterior motives to exist during their reign.
As Dugu Hao left, those aligned with him gradually exited the Golden Throne Hall as well.
Yang Yichen, representing a neutral faction, left a bit later.
However, for some unknown reason, he happened to encounter Dugu Hao at the Palace Gate.
"Lord Yang has no carriage? If you don't mind, I can give you a ride."
"Then I must thank you for your kindness, my lord."
After walking together for a while, their seemingly normal conversation contained unusual information.
"My lord, the emperor's health is deteriorating. I wonder if you have any good solutions," Yang Yichen said, his face showing concern.
"I have consulted many renowned doctors, but they are all at a loss regarding my father's current condition. I am deeply worried," Dugu Hao replied, looking desolate. Even with his cold expression, one could sense his anxiety.
At least that was how it appeared to outsiders; only Yang Yichen knew how deeply this man was hiding his true feelings.
As they moved away from the bustling city and through a quiet alley, with hardly any passersby around, Yang Yichen finally voiced the doubts that had been troubling him for some time: "My lord, I believe the emperor's condition may not be as severe as it seems."
When he first entered the capital and saw Dugu Han, he happened to witness palace servants assisting him with medicine, which made him feel something was off.
Now that feeling was growing stronger; he couldn't shake the suspicion that there was something wrong with that medicine.
But the problem was, if there truly was an issue, the eunuchs who tasted it would surely notice.
That was why he had been unable to understand it all along.
Just as he finished speaking, Dugu Hao glanced at him, his expression slightly nuanced.
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