The Immortal Painter

“Who’s that?”

“Ma Liang, a highly skilled painter.”

“Then why is he standing in a prison cart with shackles and leg irons?”

“You don’t know? The breathtaking Lady Luo whom the emperor just took as a concubine turned out to be a fake!”

“I know that, but what does it have to do with him?”

“That woman stepped out of one of his paintings!”

Under the drizzle falling over the Ninth Imperial City, the onlookers stood beneath oil-paper umbrellas, chattering among themselves.

Ma Liang stood in the prison cart, bound in shackles and leg irons, a bitter smile on his face.

He had just been sentenced to be executed at the city gate for deceiving the emperor…