Shen Tang restrained the flutter in her heart, her gaze turning towards the pile of books and paintings beside her.
Among them, one rolled-up scroll stood out conspicuously, with its length and width exceeding other scrolls. If fully unfolded, it would be about the height of a person.
It lay quietly in the middle of the left side, where the late Empress's remains should have been, now serenely resting as if sharing a bed with the Late Emperor.
Shen Tang carefully took out the scroll, and the moment it slowly unfurled, her breath caught slightly.
In the painting was an exceptionally beautiful red-haired female, dressed in splendid and regal attire, with enchanting and exquisite features. Her ruby-like eyes were soul-stirring, seemingly able to instantly draw one's soul into them.
She resembled a mystical creature accidentally stepping into the painting, yet her gaze remained gentle and focused beyond the picture.
