1398 segments of Huangting Jing

Qing'er lit the gauze lantern in the hall, but when she saw the princess's sorrowful appearance, she wanted to say something. However, her words choked in her throat, and she couldn't speak.

Over the years, they had endured too much suffering and knew well the principle of the powerless having little to say.

What could the princess do?

Even the former Emperor, didn't he also live at the mercy of others, enduring a life of humiliation?

In many matters, assistance isn't a duty but a privilege. They, as weak women, what could they ask of others?

Shen Yue muttered, "Could it be that... Zhang Zeduan intended for... your esteemed father to search for Shambhala?"

This was the most likely speculation.

Shiying slowly shook her head, "At first, Mr. Zhang did not leave immediately. I thought he was waiting for news, so I eagerly presented the painting to my father."

Shen Yue remembered something, "Did the painting have a title at that time?"