Carefully examining the man before her, she realized he was not Feng Tianyou, but someone who resembled him.
Even so, the painting was enough to give Ruyan quite a shock. How could two people look so alike in this world?
Looking at the third painting, it was of a woman, clad in a regal Phoenix Robe with a luxurious crown. Her indifferent face and her gaze were lonelier than the moonlight. From her attire, it was clear that her status in the palace was supreme and unattainable.
From her eyes, Ruyan detected a hint of helplessness. A poem was inscribed onto the painting:
Affection so clear, yet hard to hold; Holding husband's hand, what more can a wife seek?
Affection...
Ruyan gasped, who was this woman? Why was she in love with a man who looked like her uncle, yet draped in the Phoenix Robe?
"Mother, look, this man is called Feng Gexiao."
Luo Yihe's childish voice interrupted Ruyan's train of thought.
"Yihe, how do you know he's called Feng Gexiao?"
