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Chapter 584 Portrait of a Dead Man

Shangshu Mansion.

In order to check the portrait, Peng Jiaren had people rummage through everything in the attic.

Two days later, she actually found a few dusty scrolls in the corner.

"Hey...this scroll is torn. Ahem, miss, are you sure you want to open it?"

"open!"

Peng Jiaren stared at the portrait on the ground that was eaten head and tail by insects and rats, covering her nose: "Take it and clean it before opening it!"

The more she thought about it in the past two days, the more she felt something was wrong. Anyway, she must have seen Princess Nasang's appearance before. No matter where she saw it, it was not normal.

"We have to find out whose family it belongs to!"

However, when several scrolls were taken apart, they were either her childhood graffiti or some copied flower and bird landscapes.

Peng Jiaren said in frustration: "Have you found all the portraits in the attic?"

The maids all knelt down: "There is no more Miss, there really is no more. Let alone the attic, we have gone through all the portraits that can be found in the study. Miss has seen them all!"

Peng Jiaren stamped her feet: "How could you forget?"

Seeing that he was about to lose his temper again, several women hurriedly stepped forward to comfort them: "Miss, please don't be angry. In the past decades, many officials have been promoted in this imperial capital, and there are also many female relatives brought from other places. Miss has already remembered so many

There are many people, so it’s normal that I can’t think of just one or two!”

Peng Jiaren gritted her teeth: "I remember all the dead ones, how can the living ones forget them?" #@$&

Hearing this, a woman suddenly said: "Oh, speaking of this, the old slave remembered that there were still a few scrolls with the lady. It was said that the lady had passed away, so there was no need to remember them for the lady, so she put them here.

It’s in the attic of the Buddhist temple over there, madam!”

The other woman immediately slapped her in the face: "I've never seen this dead lady before, what are you talking about here!"

But Peng Jiaren slowly frowned and said, "By the way, I saw a few of the scrolls at my mother's place when I was a child... Why are you still standing there? Go and get them for me!"

Several women: "???"

Peng Jiaren suddenly realized that this move was inappropriate, and stood up and said: "Forget it, it's rare for you to explain to your mother, so I'll do it myself!"%&(&

Soon, Peng Jiaren personally dug out seven or eight scrolls in the attic of Mrs. Shangshu's small Buddhist hall.

"Cough cough cough... I haven't opened this for how many years... cough cough cough!"

However, someone in the small Buddhist hall has been cleaning the entire Buddhist hall including the attic for many years, so although the paintings are dusty, they are not as dirty and bitten by insects and rats as the ones in her attic.

Holding the last glimmer of hope, Peng Jiaren opened the scrolls one by one, and actually found the familiar face among them.

Peng Jiaren took a breath of cold air: "Isn't it? Really, really dead?"

"No, he's obviously still alive!"

Shocked, Peng Jiaren pulled the painting away and carefully looked at the annotations below, feeling as if she had been struck by lightning.

"This...the legitimate daughter of Duke Xuan's Mansion!!!"

"How could it be her?"

With trembling hands, she looked at the portrait that was obviously from ten years ago, and felt chills running down her spine.

"Could I have seen the wrong person?"

"You must have seen it wrong!"

Who in the imperial capital didn’t know about the violent death of the daughter-in-law of Duke Xuan’s family ten years ago?

Although she was too young to remember it, her mother always loved to talk about the affairs of the imperial palaces. Peng Jiaren listened to the situation in the Xuan Kingdom no less than five times.

After all, this matter is related to Chen Lanqin. Mrs. Shangshu always said that if Chen Lanqin had not been engaged early, it would be very suitable for her to propose marriage to her legitimate son.

Peng Jiaren was in a daze when she suddenly heard someone behind her say: "Jia'er, what are you looking at?"


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