Ning Chen gave a scornful snort. "Me, jealous of him? Do you know who I am? I'm the Prince Regent of the Great Xuan, on top of and under one man in this court, and above ten thousand."

Xiao Yanxi burst out laughing. "And you say you're not jealous? You can't even talk straight... It's below one man in this court, and above ten thousand."

Ning Chen said, "Sometimes I'm on top, and sometimes she's on top."

Xiao Yanxi blinked, then suddenly got it. Her pretty face went scarlet. "You, you... You're always saying such strange things.

All right, don't be angry... My teacher and I are teacher and student, nothing more."

Ning Chen curled his lip. "You think of him as your teacher. He might not see it that way... What decent man travels all over, sparing no effort, to paint Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains as a gift for his own student?"

Xiao Yanxi gave a helpless, wry smile. "My teacher isn't the kind of man you think. He's an upright man, and he doesn't care about fame or gain!"

Ning Chen rolled his eyes. "Doesn't care about fame or gain, and yet he's famous across the realm... He wants the credit both ways!"

Suddenly Ning Chen's eyes narrowed. "He's going to paint Ten Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains and give it to you as a gift instead of presenting it to Her Majesty... Is he planning a rebellion?

This prince will have to send someone to cut him down and strangle the danger in the cradle... A famous man like that has a lot of admirers. One word from him and a hundred would answer. If he ever stirred up trouble, it would be very hard to put down."

Xiao Yanxi jumped.

Her teacher was called the Immortal of Painting, but he wasn't a real immortal.

If Ning Chen wanted him dead, it would be no harder than crushing an ant.

"All right, don't be angry... You haven't even met my teacher and you want to kill him. That's not the style of the…