Chapter 1396 Shambhala

Logically speaking, Zhang Zeduan was an upright man, not prone to sycophantic flattery, and his cultivation was high; naturally, he should have been able to discern the key points of the painting. His criticism should have been relatively objective.

Yet, how is it that everyone thinks Zhao Ji is actually a bastard, except for Zhang Zeduan who felt Zhao Ji's artistic conception was profound?

Shiying showed surprise, "Does Mr. Shen also think so?"

Seeing Shen Yue nod, Shiying couldn't help saying, "Shiying initially also felt that Mr. Zhang was praising my father, and somewhat thought he was trying to butter him up, so I asked him—Do you know who painted this?"

Shen Yue's eyebrows lifted slightly, "What did he say?"

Shiying slowly said, "Mr. Zhang replied to me, what does it matter who painted it? We critique the painting, not the person. Naturally, Shiying was not convinced, feeling that it was a clever form of ingratiating flattery, so I turned away."