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Li Hongyuan said with indifference, âIf our ancestors have any spiritual power, they should strike down the worthless Prince of Huai and Prince of Wei with lightning.â
â⦠they are as good as dead anyway.â
Although she used to be lame and lived well, her situation was not the same as Li Jixianâs.
Li Jixian lived perfectly fine for thirty years, and suddenly became lame, which was psychologically hard to accept.
As for the Prince of Wei, catching a venereal disease was equivalent to a death sentence.
From then on, nobody in the Great Sheng Dynasty could stand in the way of Li Hongyuan.
âWhy are you here again?â Li Hongyuan asked without lifting his head, focusing on the portrait under his brush, detailing the womanâs hair with a delicate wool brush.
âOf course, itâs because I care about you.â
âYou came to see if I starved to death, right?â
âThatâs a narrow-minded thought.â
âItâs based on my understanding of you.â He said calmly without lifting his head.
Jiang Ning knocked on the table, âReal people are in front of you, but you are staring at the fake people in the drawing. I suspect you like the picture more than me.â
âYouâre correct, I really prefer the girl in the painting.â
âYou didnât draw me? Or is it another woman who looks exactly like me?â Jiang Ning was taken aback.
âIdo wish there was such a person.â
âYouâre crazy.â
âWhat did you say?â Li Hongyuan lifted his head.
This was the first time he looked at her properly since Jiang Ning came in.
Upon meeting his cool gaze, Jiang Ning quickly laughed, âI mean, there couldnât possibly be such a person. Unless when my daughter grows up, she looks like me.â
âDonât worry, she wonât look like you.â
âWhy not? Lin Zizi looks just like me.â
âYou are the one who looks like Lin Zizi. Besides, she is your mother, how could you call her by her name?â
âSo, why canât Lingzi look like me?â
âBecause the daughter takes after her father, and I am far more handsome than your father.â
â⦠Narcissist.â
Jiang Ning reached out for the painting he had just finished.
The woman in the painting was leaning on her hand, looking ahead.
Indeed, the woman in the painting looked just like Jiang Ning, except for her eyes, they were very different.
Jiang Ning didnât know what kind of expression was in her own eyes, but it was definitely not like the woman in the painting.
â¦How should I put it, the woman in the drawing had eyes that were soft like water and were full of affection. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âThis woman really isnât me.â Jiang Ning laughed and put down the painting.
â Of course itâ s not you.â
Li Hongyuan rested his chin on his hand, as he was lost in thought looking at the woman in the painting.
Jiang Ning saw his infatuation, so she ignored him, reached under the table, and took out the food box.
When she opened it, there were more than half of the dry foods remaining.
âWhy didnât you eat?â asked Jiang Ning in surprise.
âlate.â
âThis isnât much at all. You only ate this little in the past two days?â
âWhen sitting still, I donât feel that hungry.â
âYou really know how to make things harder for yourself.â Jiang Ning put down the food box and stood up, âDo what you will, Iâm going home.â
âSafe journey.â
âNo need to send me off!â
Jiang Ning walked out of the Ancestral Temple and reached the gate. She saw a beautiful and composed woman coming towards her, carrying a basket in her hand.
She had seen this woman before, it was the natural mother of Li Jixian, Concubine Xian.
Concubine Xian looked very haggard, but you could still see her youthful beauty through her eyes and eyebrows.