Shen Ningning took it and saw that it was a slender brocade box.
Inside was a rolled-up scroll.
But when she unrolled the scroll, Shen Ningning saw that the painting was actually a torn, damaged piece.
The painting depicted two women standing side-by-side at the edge of a lake, their faces beaming with smiles.
Behind them, beside a vast lake, the corner of an ornate, upturned eave was visible. From the looks of it, the setting was the Imperial Palace.
Shen Ningning pointed at the woman on the right in pleasant surprise. "That's my mother! I've seen her portrait in Father's study... Huh? Who's on the left?"
The young woman on the left looked to be about fifteen, yet her hair was tied in a neat ponytail, and her features were heroic and beautiful.
Her hand rested lightly on Shen Siyi's shoulder, and one could tell at a glance that the two were very close.
