Ye Qingxue reached out to check his breath, then breathed a sigh of relief. He was still breathing! His pulse was still beating!

But why did he fall into a coma?

She stayed outside the whole time and didn't see anything unusual.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ye Qingxue caught a glimpse of a picture on the table. She stared at it in a daze and saw that it depicted a young woman.

She looked to be seventeen years old, dressed in a light blue dress, with arched willow-leaf eyebrows, big eyes, a pert nose, and rosy lips—a true beauty.

Ye Qingxue was increasingly shocked as she looked at those eyes. They were just like her father's eyes, large and bright.

And luckily, her eyes look very much like her father's.

What alarmed her even more was that the woman in the painting had a very large belly and looked like she was about to give birth.

Why would Xiao Bao draw a big belly on this woman? Was she pregnant when she was murdered?

"Qiushen, come here!" Ye Qingxue called out, and Qiu Shen immediately strode in from outside.

“Xiao Bao is exhausted. Take him to his room to rest, and then call Aunt You over.”

As autumn deepened, he picked up Xiaobao and took him to his room.

Ye Qingxue remained in the study, the ink on the paintings and calligraphy still wet, and she could only wait for Madam You to come over.

The waiting time was excruciating, every moment felt like an eternity.

Although she already had a vague idea in her mind, there was still a big difference between "certain guesses" and real "factual evidence".

Until the real answer is revealed, no one knows what twists and turns might occur.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have needed to keep pressing Granny Hu for answers.

She was only guessing about Ye Cunsi and Ye Yabing's background. Although she was quite certain, without evidence or witnesses, she still felt uneasy about it.

Perhaps Ye Qingxue was too nervous, because when Madam You came over and saw her cold expression, she was startled.

"Aunt You, look quickly! Do you recognize the woman in this painting?" The ink had dried, and Ye Qingxue held it up in her hand to show Aunt You, her tone extremely anxious.

Madam You said, "How could I not recognize her? This is what Miss looked like when she was young! Look at her belly, it was when she was pregnant with the eldest son, she's about to give birth!"

Ye Qingxue's mind went blank for a moment, and she almost dropped the drawing paper. She was as if struck by lightning, frozen in place.

Things turned out just as she had guessed.

Exactly the same.

Although I had guessed it beforehand, I still couldn't help feeling sad and shocked when the truth was laid bare before me.

The person in the painting was drawn by Xiaobao based on a complete skeleton, which means that the person in the painting has been murdered.

But Miss Bao, whom Madam You mentioned, is still alive, living as the mother of the Marquis of Zhongyong.

In both her past and present lives, she had never heard anyone discuss the old lady's appearance. Moreover, based on the old lady's current appearance, she could tell that the old lady must have looked exactly like this when she was young.

Two people who look alike...

Who is the real one?

If you look closely, the two women's appearances seem to be slightly different; the old woman's lips are rather thin, while the woman in the painting has fuller lips.

Although it's true that lips tend to dry out as people get older, there's still a slight difference, but it's only a very slight difference.

No, the ears are different too. The old lady's ears seem smaller, while the woman's ears in the painting are more symmetrical.

Seeing her silence and the hint of hostility emanating from her, Madam You became even more terrified: "Young lady, is there a problem?"