When Xie Zhixing wished Consort Xi to hand over the painting to Concubine Wei, it was because he didn't want to damage his own eyes.
An emperor of a nation is overly busy, sitting daily in front of the imperial desk reviewing memorials, sitting to the point where his lumbar disk is nearly protruding. Even though diligent in governance, Yan Chi is no Utopia; unless only looking at those flattering and praiseworthy rainbow-fart memorials, otherwise, upon deeper investigation, there will always be somewhere in the land encountering troubles, there will always be someone just occupying the position without doing actual work, decaying and putrid.
Seeing such things every day, while unable to resolve them in a short time, can your mood be good?
So during leisure, Xie Zhixing just wants to see some good things.
Stop mistreating my eyes, the Emperor's life is also a life.
