If we ignore her current appearance, this painting can also be called a picture of a beauty.

She stretched her neck out in the direction of the ancient well in front of her, her eyes fixed on the depths of the well, and her neck was twisted into an abnormal angle.

It looks like a hanged ghost!

Wu Fei stared at the painting and narrowed her eyes: "Look carefully, have you seen the person in this painting before?"

Xie Qing hid behind Wu Fei and bravely looked at the painting. After a moment, his face turned extremely pale: "This, this, this is... Yueyaer, the courtesan of Fengyue Tower who drowned all those years ago!"

Seeing Wu Fei giving him a sarcastic look, Xie Qing knew he couldn't hide it from her, so he just told her.

Four years ago, when Xie Qing had just turned eighteen, he was taken to Fengyue Tower by his classmates, saying that he wanted to experience what it was like to be the newly selected top courtesan of the year.

Several classmates pooled their money and asked the courtesan named Yueyaer to accompany Xie Qing for one night.

Xie Qing spent the night with Yueyaer that night. Perhaps because he felt too comfortable in the land of tenderness, he couldn't help but start to be insincere towards her.

"What did you promise?" Wu Fei sneered.

Xie Qing said somewhat embarrassedly, "I told her that when I return I will ask my father to marry her..."

Wu Fei scolded, "You really haven't changed your bad habits!"

He can make promises to any woman he likes without any worries.

"No, no, no, her situation is different from Lin Xinxin's!" Xie Qing explained hurriedly, "She was crying at the time and didn't agree to my request. Instead, she took out something and asked me to find someone for her."