Now it seems she was on the wrong track.
Changing her approach, Shen Tangning picked up her pen again and began to carefully trace the characters on the paper.
This time she spent much longer painting than the first time. Feng Zhiwen and Xue Qing watched from the side, and no one dared to make a sound to disturb her.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Tangning's brows relaxed slightly as she finished the last stroke of the brush. She examined her work, but her pupils suddenly contracted when her gaze fell upon the figure in the painting.
Before she could react, Feng Zhiwen's excited voice came from beside her: "That's right, that's right, that's roughly what that person looks like, even if it's not perfect, it can't be too much different! Sister-in-law, you're amazing!"
Shen Tangning's voice was barely perceptibly hoarse: "Are you sure... you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"
While her drawing wasn't exactly identical to the person's, it already bore a striking resemblance.
Feng Zhiwen looked at it carefully again, and nodded solemnly: "I won't mistake him! I'll remember his face even if I were ashes!"
Although he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, when Shen Tangning's painting was presented to him, he was absolutely certain that the person looked exactly like that!
Xueqing stared intently, her breath catching in her throat. She instinctively covered her mouth, exclaiming, "Miss, the person in this painting isn't..."
With a "smack," the wolf-hair brush fell onto the clean white Xuan paper, splashing up mottled ink spots, and leaving an abrupt ink mark on the face of the person in the painting!
Feng Zhiwen was stunned for a moment, looking over in confusion. He saw that Shen Tangning's face was abnormally pale, and her eyes were unfocused and seemed extremely dark.
He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy: "Sister-in-law, did I say something wrong?"
She quickly calmed herself down, smiled calmly, and praised in an unusually positive tone: "No, you did a great job. If it weren't for your detailed description, I probably wouldn't have been able to draw it. I really want to thank you for helping me and your cousin a lot this time."
Rarely receiving her approval, Feng Zhiwen was somewhat flattered and blushed, stammering as he explained, "This is what I should do!"
A surge of warmth welled up inside him, and his whole body was filled with strength. It turned out that he wasn't entirely useless after all.
She forced a smile, knowing he wasn't calm, but she didn't have the energy to deal with him, so she said, "I'll keep the painting. I'll tell your cousin about it later."
...
After seeing Feng Zhiwen off, the smile on Shen Tangning's lips gradually faded.
She stared down at the person in the painting, her eyes flashing with a gloomy and uncertain light.
She never imagined that the one who kidnapped Feng Zhiwen was... the Third Prince, who should have been dead.
Is someone deliberately creating a mystery, or has Feng Zhiwen seen a ghost?
Xueqing bit her lip, her face still showing shock: "Miss, isn't the person in this painting the Third Prince? And Young Master Biao... is he seeing a ghost?"
Shen Tangning's lips suddenly relaxed, but the smile didn't reach her eyes:
"If ghosts existed in this world, there wouldn't be so many injustices."
But then I thought, wasn't she just lucky to have this opportunity?
It's alright, she'll find out whether it's a person or a ghost!
When the Third Prince was suddenly sentenced to death, she felt something was amiss, but Chi Yan had personally watched him drink the poisoned wine and die from it...
If the other party is still alive, then did Emperor Chongde know about this matter?
The difference between these two is huge!
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