Altering the painting wasn't difficult; the main issue was that she had to remain vigilant for anyone coming in, which made her so nervous that a fine sweat broke out on her forehead.
It wasn't long before she heard footsteps.
These were Tyrant Meng's footsteps.
Chiang Xiao gave a hiss of fright and abruptly tucked away the Magic Brush.
When Meng Xinian entered, he saw her turning away from the mural, about to walk out of the tomb chamber.
"Chiang Xiaoxiao, why have you stayed here so late?" Meng Xinian grabbed hold of her arm.
"Are you done with your work?" Chiang Xiao blinked at him and said, "There's just so much content in this painting, lots of very interesting details, so I lost track of time watching it. Let's go out now."
Meng Xinian reached out and wiped her forehead.
A hand full of sweat.
"You're this hot?"
The tomb was quite cool.
Standing for a long time wouldn't normally cause one to sweat so much, and Chiang Xiao wasn't a person prone to sweating heavily.