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Ji Kangping just stared at the woman in the painting for a moment, but then he suddenly raised his head to look at the girl in red clothes in front of him. He opened his mouth in shock, but he never made a sound.

In the past, he always felt that this young girl from Desolate City was kind-looking. Now he seemed to understand something, but he didn't dare to conclude.

With a smile on his face, Li Jinshu caressed the person in the painting with a soft face. Tongji Kangping introduced: "This is what my uncle painted for my mother when she was still alive in the deserted city. When I was a child, I asked my uncle

How is your mother doing? My uncle gave this painting to me."

Sure enough, he was right!

Look carefully at the facial features of the person in the painting. How similar are they to the person in front of you?

They have the same auspicious eyes, and they both like to wear such gorgeous clothes. Although one looks bright and gorgeous when he smiles, while the other has a low-brow smile, but upon closer inspection, they look exactly alike!

"I once heard from my uncle that my grandfather and uncle loved her very much. My mother-in-law was raised in a boudoir in a deserted city since she was a child, and she rarely had the chance to leave the house. But when I looked at the Grand Duke and the minister's book, I seemed to be very fond of my portrait.

I'm shocked, maybe you know Xianci?"

Li Jinshu looked sideways at the portrait, but his peripheral vision glanced at Ji Kangping and Hong Zhijue, who had stiff postures.

The two of them obviously knew Changsun Yao, but they didn't expect to hear such a shocking secret, and they were still unable to recover.

However, Ji Kang usually interacted with all kinds of people all year round, and his psychological quality was naturally much better than Hong Zhijue. In just a few moments, he had already regained his composure and asked calmly: "Dare you ask me, little friend, Ling Ci?"

Have you ever been to Ganduluoyan nine years ago?"

"Not only has A Niang been here before, she sneaked out of the city for the first time and came to Luo Yan. She didn't want to but died here."

Speaking of Changsun Yao, Li Jinshu showed his true feelings, biting his teeth and said viciously: "On the day I was born, my mother was chased by murderers to Poyun Mountain. For this reason, she sacrificed the people who came to look for her.

My grandfather and his party left me alone, and I was brought back to the deserted city with only the remaining guards. I am really a murderer!"

Correct, everything is correct!

She came to Luoyan nine years ago, gave birth to a daughter, and died on Poyun Mountain!

Moreover, Ji Kangping thought that he would definitely remember the face depicted in the portrait. Although he was old, remembering people had always been his forte as the minister of Honglu Temple!

"Ji, Taigong Ji, do you think it is?"

Obviously, Hong Zhijue also knew about that matter and had met Changsun Yao before, otherwise he would not have reacted like this, let alone said such words. Ji Kangping's eyes were sophistry.

Although it was nine out of ten that it was true, Ji Kangping did not dare to make random assertions about such an important matter.

After standing for a while, he stared into Li Jinshu's eyes and asked solemnly: "My little friend took out the portrait of Xianci, what is your purpose?"

He rolled up the scroll and put it away, then handed it into Chi Yuanying's hands.

Li Jinshu turned his back to everyone and took two steps forward, raising his head slightly to prevent tears from falling easily.

The tone was a little calmer, Li Jinshu adjusted his mentality, and said slowly: "My mother died in Luoyan in an unknown way. As a son of a man, I naturally want to find the real culprit, avenge my mother's death, and let her die in Luoyan."

I can feel at ease under the Nine Springs, but before that I have to find my mother's remains or tomb. I wonder if His Majesty the Emperor of your country can help find it?"

When he said this, Li Jinshu's voice was dull and deep, and he was obviously in a low mood. It didn't seem like he was faking it.

Looking sideways at Ji Kangping, who was still hesitating, Hong Zhijue, who was the Minister of Rites, couldn't bear it anymore and asked aloud: "The eldest lady said that the woman in the painting is Er Xianci, what proof can you have?"
Chapter completed!