The Regent's Tender Darling

After hearing this, Lin Jiaojiao paused, looked up at Xuemei, and nodded: "Well, so this Taiping Taoist cannot be Zhang Sheng."

After that, he lowered his head and continued painting.

Xuemei nodded in agreement: "How could Taiping Taoist live for so many years? I think that Taiping Taoist died outside, and the grave is fake."

Halfway through the painting, the shadow guard took Shen Nan back to Zuili Qiankun. When Lin Jiaojiao went down to take a look, Shen Nan was still sleeping, so she arranged to stay in the small loach room.

When she went back and finished the painting, she could already hear the crowing of roosters. A lifelike portrait was lying quietly on the desk. Lin Jiaojiao put down her brush and stretched before she realized that Xuemei had fallen asleep next to her.

The face turned sideways to her was round, and he muttered from time to time, looking extremely cute.

She couldn't bear to wake her up.

The next day, the commotion early in the morning made Lin Jiaojiao noisy. Xuemei was still sleeping, so she didn't wake Xuemei up and dressed herself up and went out.

At first glance, the Wild Dog Gang was having breakfast, so it seemed particularly lively. She breathed a sigh of relief. In the early morning when the palace was not so lively, she thought something had happened.

Seeing the smiles on everyone's faces this early in the morning made people feel good.

"Princess!" Someone said something, and everyone who was sitting around several large tables drinking porridge and eating steamed buns and pickles suddenly fell silent.

Everyone's eyes fell on her, and they quickly stood up to salute. She waved her hands and said in a gentle tone: "Eat well."

Hehua ran towards her and asked with a smile: "Would you like millet porridge, princess? I'll serve you a bowl."

"Okay." She didn't refuse. The millet porridge sounded very appetizing, and she could already smell the aroma of millet.

This is a rare food that makes her want to eat when she smells it. She was not a picky eater in the past, but now she doesn't know what's wrong. She doesn't even like meat.

Perhaps because of her presence, everyone was less busy eating than before, and everyone behaved in unison.

After dinner, the members of the Wild Dog Gang got busy. She looked at He Hua and several women washing dishes, and then waved: "He Hua, come with me."

"Yes." Hehua quickly wiped her hands on her apron, took off her apron and walked towards her.

She took Hehua to the third floor, took out the portrait of Qingfeng that she painted last night, and asked Hehua: "Do you know him?"

He Hua, who was originally cautious and did not dare to look at it casually, relaxed, and then stared at the portrait carefully.

At the end, he shook his head and said to her: "Princess, I don't know him."

"Don't you know him?" Lin Jiaojiao frowned, suspicious in her heart. She took a closer look at He Hua's expression and then asked, "Then do you still remember the appearance of the person who brought you to the capital?"

He Hua hesitated and said: "If I saw him, I would definitely recognize him." His eyes fell on the painting and continued: "But this person is not him, I can be sure."

This is strange!

Lin Jiaojiao frowned. Last time she showed Hehua a portrait of Liu Qing, and Hehua said she didn't recognize him, which meant that the person who brought Hehua to the capital was not Liu Qing.

And although Qingfeng admitted that he was Liu Qing, she didn't believe it. She only thought that the two people with no similarities in appearance were Liu Qing's accomplices.

But...it's clear that some things aren't as simple as they seem.

Now...there are only two possibilities!