really was!A sly smile curved his lips as he tossed over a beautifully crafted gift box. "Take this to Bailu Men. Qingwan's in a bad mood, you go apologize to her and say that this handsome man will m...Chu Qingge felt a bit like laughing.

Did you encourage the princess to run away and go to the battlefield on the border Doesn't she know that's a capital offense

However, to the battlefield...

"Let me consider it." The suggestion doesn't seem bad.

"Forget it! By the way, I want to introduce you to someone, a very beautiful but legendary person!"

Feng Yuhua was truly a person who could make things happen just by saying them. He took Qingge away from Princess's Garden and quickly walked towards his own Feng Huayuan.

"This person... Sigh, her identity might be a bit awkward for you to handle, but she's truly an amazing individual, the person I admire most, you know"

“A woman” Chu Qingge followed her, lost in thought. “Could it be the princess from Southern Jin who married into our family, Nan Xing”

"Do you also know Nánxīng"

"I've heard of you."

Indeed, he was a big shot. And indeed, for her, the situation was rather awkward.

Because she is Chu Weiyun's mother.

Let me tell you, you and Nánxīng look alike. It's not just your features, it's your eyes... Oh no, your features are similar too.

Feng Yuhua still held her hand, quickening their pace.

"There's a painting of the Southern Cross in my room. Come see it with me, and you'll know how much they long for it. Just look at their eyes!"

Chu Qingge was also a little curious after what she said.

She actually looks like Chu Weiyun's mother. It's really amazing.

"Look!" Feng Yuhua took her to his room.

To everyone's surprise, when Chu Qingge saw the portrait of Nan Xing, her face changed drastically!

“Mom!” she rushed over, wanting to grab the edge of the painting.

Feng Yuhua quickly pulled her hand back, a look of anxiety on her face: "Don't mess around, this is the most realistic portrait of Nánxīng ever painted! Don't damage it!"

This painting is incredibly lifelike, unlike any ordinary painting.

Why is Feng Yuhua, even to this day, still so vividly remembering the appearance of Nánxīng It's all thanks to this picture.

Can you not be deeply moved by looking at it every day

Chu Qingge's hand was trembling uncontrollably, she couldn't calm down at all.

What is this, Nánxīng No, her name isn't Nánxīng, it's Chǔ Líng! She is Chǔ Qīng's mother! The former commander-in-chief of the Zhànliěng Alliance!

"Mom..."

Chu Qingge was also reluctant to ruin the painting. Standing in front of it, her eyes immediately welled up.

She is Mom, even though she is wearing ancient clothing and her hair is so long. But those features, those eyebrows, those eyes, they are just Mom!

She hasn't seen her mother in many years!

Since an accident happened during a mission and she went missing, Mom has never come back.

"Mom..."

Whether it's Chu Qing or Chu Qingge, they never easily reveal their vulnerable side.

At this moment, looking at Mother's portrait, tears are welling up in my eyes.

She had her mother as a close relative since she was young, but her mother disappeared when she was very, very young...

"Little guy, you... what's wrong with you" Feng Yuhua was completely clueless about the current situation.

How could she look at Nánxīng's face with such sadness Even tears were about to fall.

"Hey, little one..."

"Miss Four, Miss Four!" An anxious voice came from outside: "Miss Four, something's wrong, the County Mistress's condition has worsened, everyone has rushed over! Miss Four, you should go and have a look quickly!"

Feng Yuhua's face darkened, and he became flustered: "Little guy, go back first. I have something urgent to attend to. Let's talk another day!"

Chuchenge's consciousness could not return.

The man was dazed and confused, and was sent back to the Princess's Garden.

Even back in my own room, I still couldn't fully clear my head.

That is a portrait of Nánxīng. She has finally accepted the reality.

Why does she look just like her mother

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