869 Her true face

Her true face, ah?

With that mention, Su Luo felt a bit nervous.

She stopped fidgeting and sat obediently, eagerly anticipating that Prince Aisi would paint her prettier.

Unexpectedly, the painting consumed the entire day.

By the time dinner was served, it was finally finished.

But Prince Aisi still wouldn't let her see it, saying they should wait until the paint dried and talk after dinner.

Su Luo had never eaten a meal as quickly as that one, almost like a whirlwind sweeping away the remnants.

She scoured the table of most of its dishes, put down her chopsticks, and wiped her mouth, "Alright, now we can look. You didn't turn me into an ugly monster, did you?"

So that's why he kept making excuses and refused to let her see.

Prince Aisi's lips bore a gentle smile as he said, "This should be the most beautiful painting I have ever made in my life."