Shen Ningning was surprised, an urgent expression on her small face. "Your Highness, how did you know I have a red mole?"
Consort Rong said, "Two months after my sister gave birth to her youngest daughter, she had Chancellor Xie paint a mother-daughter portrait. I've seen it."
"When the portrait was first finished, Chancellor Xie brought it into the palace to show off his precious daughter to all the ministers, and even to the Emperor."
"However," Consort Rong pressed the bridge of her nose, looking somewhat troubled. "My memory of it isn't perfect. I worry I might be misremembering the red mole on the hand in the portrait."
"But there is one person who is sure to know, for she examined it more closely than anyone."
Shen Ningning looked anxious, her eyes brimming with hope. "Who is it? I'll go find her!"
