Fengri City.
When Shen Hao first laid eyes on the "good seedlings" Zhu Shou had mentioned, he was distracted for a brief moment. They were genuinely beautiful—even at only fifteen or sixteen, they already took one's breath away, slender and well-shaped, not precisely voluptuous but carrying an alluring charm.
And each of the two seedlings had their own appeal: one gentle, one lively, both blinking wide eyes, timid yet curious.
"They seem to look rather alike, don't they?"
"Mm, the same age, and they're cousins, so some resemblance is inevitable." Zhu Shou waved for both girls to sit at the desk.
One to paint, the other to practice calligraphy.
"The elder sister is skilled at landscape painting, shows some talent—her brushwork is delicate and vivid. The younger is good at calligraphy, decent comprehension. Let them study another couple of months, and their work will be just about presentable."
