Hearing his words, Qingyan asked with a frown, "is there anything in my mother's palace that worths stealing?"
"I heard that the man intended to steal a painting, but he didn't expect to be caught." Murong Jingxuan looked at Qingyan and continued, "it's said that it's a painting by Qingyan."
It suddenly dawned on Qingyan that she had drawn a painting for Qilian Yvran before. It was a gift that Qilian Qingyan had given to Qilian Yvran as a wedding gift. However, there were not many people who knew that the painting existed. Was it someone sent by Qilian Qingyi?
"Have you found out who gave the orders?" They walked side by side on the way to the imperial palace.
"He is dead." "We thought he had only had one poison in his mouth, but in fact, he had another. It was too late when we found it out," Murong Jingxuan continued, looking at Qingyan with a regretful expression
"Miss, not many people know your painting, so it must be that one who did it." "How about we go and see the imperial concubine now?" Yaochi asked.
"Okay." With a smile, Qingyan said to Mudan, "Mudan, go to the Dew Banquet with Jingxuan, and I'll join the party later. I don't think that no one know my identity except Jingxuan ."
"Yes, I understand," Mudan said.
Qingyan nodded at Murong Jingxuan, turned around and walked away.
"Miss, why can Shizi recognize that you at the first sight?" "To be honest, I almost failed to tell the difference at that time," Yaochi said with a puzzled look at Qingyan.
"It may because the scent. Although Mudan disguised herself as me, she still lives in the Yihong Brothel. And she was covered with thick ardor of make-ups. So Jingxuan knows she isn't me," Qingyan said while curled her lips.
Hearing that, Yaochi touched his forehead helplessly. Luckily, Murong Jingxuan was not as cynical as
hat I have been grounded. They protect me as much as you do." Said Qilian Yvran, patting Qingyan's hand.
"Mother, have you ever thought why Yvning and Yvjing haven't shown their true faces? I think they might have known what happened to you." Looking at Qilian Yvran, Qingyan said helplessly, "perhaps Yvning and Yvjing have already been in the imperial palace. And considering their character, they will definitely question father. I'm afraid father will have a hard time."
"Well, this child..." Thinking of the character of Weisheng Yvning, Qilian Yvran could not help but frown. In the end, she looked at Qingyan and said with a doted smile, "I wonder whom his personality is alike."
"What did you say, mother?" Qingyan looked at Qilian Yvran and said, "both of them are like Junmo. Junmo brought them up and cultivated them for five years. When I left, they were still young. Now, they are 15 years old, and adult ceremony is about to have her adult ceremony."
After hearing what Qingyan said, Qilian Yvran nodded his head seriously. "You're right. After you died, Junmo has disappeared for five years. I didn't expect that he would be with Yvning and Yvjing. Without him, they may not be able to live today."