Chapter 191 Portrait of a Woman
The reason why Xiao Zhian knew that Prince Fengzhao was still alive was because they found his aunt's maid last year.
Then they learned from the maid that Prince Feng Zhao was taken away by men in black, so they searched all the way to Wei.
And Shen Changshan had anticipated last year that someone would come to Shopkeeper Cao to ask about the affairs of the North.
It was all last year, how could it be such a coincidence.
It just so happened that Shen Changshan came back from the north that year and brought a girl with him.
Therefore, what she wanted to confirm was whether the girl brought by Shen Changshan was the maid of Xiao Zhian’s aunt.
Shopkeeper Cao felt a little apologetic, "It was so long ago, the woman's appearance is a little blurry, I just remember that he was dressed as a girl.
After Master Shen killed the man, he was stabbed in the stomach and fell unconscious. The woman was very anxious and asked us to find a doctor, muttering, "You can't die, you promised to take care of my young master."
"Is she talking about the young master?" Wei Qingyan asked.
"Yes, perhaps her cry woke the baby in the cradle, and the child started crying too. The woman tried to comfort the child again. I remember clearly that what she said was, 'Little Master, don't cry.'
The reason why I noticed that the woman was dressed like a girl was because Lord Shen suddenly appeared holding a child, followed by a woman. I subconsciously thought that they were Lord Shen's woman and child.
Seeing that the woman didn't have her hair tied up, I guessed that she might be Lord Shen's concubine.
We thought the man who disguised himself as Lord Shen wanted to kill us because he was worried that we would reveal the fact that Lord Shen had a mistress.
But when I heard the woman calling me "young master" over and over again, I realized that I was wrong. This woman was probably a maid or something.
The one who really knew Lord Shen was her master. At that time, I still thought the child was Lord Shen's child, and I was not that scared.
It wasn't until the next night that the black-clad warriors appeared and heard their conversation.
I then realized that what we had glimpsed was a secret that could lead to death..."
At this point, he suddenly paused and sighed helplessly, "As I get older, I tend to talk too much. This matter weighs heavily on the hearts of several of us, and even in private we dare not say a word.
Because those who can afford so many death warriors are big shots whom we cannot afford to offend, and killing us is as easy as crushing an ant.
Among the brothers who traveled with us, one was actually scared to death.
I live in fear every day, afraid that one day someone will kill me in my sleep. Actually, I am afraid too.
But I never dared to tell anyone..."
After saying it today, he actually felt a lot more relieved.
In this way, when he dies in the future, he won't have any resentment and will not bring disaster to his descendants.
But I am sorry to Lord Shen.
Old Shopkeeper Cao slowly raised his hand and rubbed his wrinkled face.
"The news the old man told us is very useful."
Wei Qingyan smiled slightly, "If I bring you a portrait of that woman, will you still be able to recognize her?"
"It should be possible."
"Then please wait for me for a moment, old man. I'll be back soon."
Wei Qingyan left Qin Sixian and his wife at Cao's house, and went directly to the inn where Xiao Zhian was staying using light skills.
Xiao Zhian was sitting in front of the window, his chin supported by his hands, not knowing what he was thinking.
Wei Qingyan stated his purpose directly, "Draw me a portrait of your aunt's maid."
As she spoke, she had already scanned the guest room and dragged Xiao Zhian to the desk.
"What do you want the portrait for? Have you found any new clues?" Xiao Zhian asked while waving away the guards who rushed in after hearing the noise.
"Let's talk about it after you finish the painting." Wei Qingyan did not question and started grinding the ink.
Xiao Zhian was pushed to the desk, and he obediently picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, thought for a while, and then started sketching on the paper.
There is no truly unlearned child among the royal family. Xiao Zhian is a painter who is no less talented than Shi Yu.
After finishing the painting, he picked it up and blew on it, then handed it to Wei Qingyan after the ink dried. "Miss Chang, you can tell me now."
"What's your aunt's maid's name?"
"Chun Xing."
Wei Qingyan nodded. "Is it possible that Chun Xing was in the capital of Wei during the years she was missing?"
"How is this possible?" Xiao Zhian asked in surprise, "What are you doubting?"
Wei Qingyan thought for a moment and said, "I don't have any evidence yet, so I came to ask you for this portrait. I'll tell you after I confirm it."
As she crossed the threshold, she turned to look at Xiao Zhian and said, "If you really want to find your brother, don't let anyone follow you and don't make his situation difficult."
Xiao Zhian paused in his tracks, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Okay, I'll wait for your news."
Wei Qingyan left quickly and came back quickly.
Xiao Zhian painted the maid's appearance last year.
Shopkeeper Cao unfolded the portrait, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked carefully at the wrinkled woman in the painting. The vague young face in his memory gradually became clear.
He looked at it for a long time.
Finally, he nodded and said, "It should be her."
After thinking for a moment, he said, "How about asking Yi Zhao to confirm it again? Although he has a low intelligence, he can recognize people."
For years, he worried that he had seen it wrong.
Wei Qingyan nodded.
Not long after, Cao Yizhao, who was pushed to the side of the fish tank to watch the fish by the servants, was pushed back.
Shopkeeper Cao smiled and patted Cao Yizhao's head, coaxing him, "Yizhao, tell grandfather, who is this?"
Cao Yizhao first chuckled foolishly, and after seeing the portrait clearly, he suddenly called out, "Auntie, Auntie...Grandfather, Auntie...Baoer wants Auntie...Baoer... wants Auntie..."
The man in his twenties suddenly burst into tears and stretched out his hands towards Manager Cao, as if asking him to hug him.
"Baby, be good and don't cry." Shopkeeper Cao hurriedly took the portrait away, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and wiped the tears and snot from Cao Yizhao's face.
"Grandfather will send someone to find Auntie right now, okay? Baoer, go with your brother to the pond to see the fish first, and then have something delicious. Auntie will be back soon..."
Wei Qingyan looked at Cao Yizhao who was crying loudly. He was quickly coaxed into submission by Manager Cao and was pushed out by a servant.
"Will he make a scene later?"
Wei Qingyan couldn't help but ask.
Shopkeeper Cao shook his head. "No, he can only remember so much. Once his attention is diverted, he will soon forget it as long as it is not mentioned again."
Wei Qingyan understood that when Shopkeeper Cao said Cao Yizhao had the intelligence of a six-year-old, it was just a compliment. Judging from his appearance, he was probably just a three-year-old child.
"Miss, you have this portrait, but someone from Feng Zhao is here? Yi Zhao'er's aunt didn't die of illness, right?"
Shopkeeper Cao asked Wei Qingyan.
Wei Qingyan nodded, "Yes, she went back to Feng Zhao."
"She went back?" Shopkeeper Cao murmured, "Did Lord Shen ask her to go back?"
"Why didn't the old man suspect that she ran away on her own?"
Shopkeeper Cao shook his head, “When I first met Yi Zhao, he was well taken care of and kept clean.
In the first few days after he came to the Cao family, he kept talking about his aunt before eating and sleeping. That woman must have been very good to him.
She had taken care of Yi Zhao for so many years, and if she wanted to run away, she would have done so long ago."
Wei Qingyan understood!
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