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Li Hongyuan said with indifference, “If our ancestors have any spiritual power, they should strike down the worthless Prince of Huai and Prince of Wei with lightning.”

“… they are as good as dead anyway.”

Although she used to be lame and lived well, her situation was not the same as Li Jixian’s.

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.

“Why are you here again?” Li Hongyuan asked without lifting his head, focusing on the portrait under his brush, detailing the woman’s hair with a delicate wool brush.

“Of course, it’s because I care about you.”

“You came to see if I starved to death, right?”

“That’s a narrow-minded thought.”

“It’s based on my understanding of you.” He said calmly without lifting his head.

Jiang Ning knocked on the table, “Real 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.”

“You’re correct, I really prefer the girl in the painting.”

“You didn’t draw me? Or is it another woman who looks exactly like me?” Jiang Ning was taken aback.

“Ido wish there was such a person.”

“You’re crazy.”

“What did you say?” 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, “I mean, there couldn’t possibly be such a person. Unless when my daughter grows up, she looks like me.”

“Don’t worry, she won’t look like you.”

“Why not? Lin Zizi looks just like me.”

“You are the one who looks like Lin Zizi. Besides, she is your mother, how could you call her by her name?”

“So, why can’t Lingzi look like me?”

“Because the daughter takes after her father, and I am far more handsome than your father.”

“… Narcissist.”

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 didn’t know what kind of expression was in her own eyes, but it was definitely not like the woman in the painting.

…How should I put it, the woman in the drawing had eyes that were soft like water and were full of affection.

“This woman really isn’t me.” Jiang Ning laughed and put down the painting.

” Of course it’ s not you.”

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.

“Why didn’t you eat?” asked Jiang Ning in surprise.

“late.”

“This isn’t much at all. You only ate this little in the past two days?”

“When sitting still, I don’t feel that hungry.”

“You really know how to make things harder for yourself.” Jiang Ning put down the food box and stood up, “Do what you will, I’m going home.”

“Safe journey.”

“No need to send me off!”

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.