Yuan Bao spoke as he took out a small brocade box from the other box and handed it to Gu Changsheng.
Gu Changsheng hesitated before taking the brocade box and looked at Yuan Bao, "Is this what contains the forehead ornament?"
Yuan Bao nodded vigorously.
Gu Changsheng frowned as she opened the latch of the brocade box, and sure enough, upon the black velvet, the crimson forehead ornament glowed with a lustrous sheen.
"Lady, I've heard from Uncle Song that you look very much like Madam. Is the person in this painting Madam?" Xiao Cui stepped forward and asked tentatively.
Gu Changsheng nodded, "It should be, more or less. We can be sure once Uncle Song returns."
In her heart, Gu Changsheng was almost ninety-nine percent certain that the person in the painting was the mother of this body, and without a doubt, her own mother!