The Painting in the Royal Study

It was only when the carriage was fast approaching the palace that the old marshal regained his breath from the string of orders that had left him puffing for air.

"Child, I’m asking you one last time - is this entire tale true?" Qiu Jianhan looked at Yun Yang sternly. "We haven't entered the palace yet, there’s still a chance to turn around. Once we are in the palace if there’s any kind of mistake… your life would be forfeit!"

"This nephew might be a popinjay but this is an urgent matter that involves the destiny of a nation. How could I lie about this? This is unmistakably true," Yun Yang spoke with conviction.

"Don’t mention anything about being a popinjay…" Qiu Jianhan looked like he was having a terrible headache.

This fellow would just pin the title of popinjay to his head for whatever happened as if it was his best hope of reliability.

It was truly enough!

Was it so easy to become a popinjay?