Mu Yan brought a portrait and slowly unfolded it in front of Zhan Lan, who finally saw the Zhongzhou Princess in the painting.
The portrait was lifelike, the Princess's face as pure as white jade, lips like cherry blossoms, eyebrows drawn like ink paintings, eyes like autumn waters, a pair of star-embedded eyes gazing over. She sat gracefully by the lake, radiant and holy, her demeanor unmatched. Her white dress reflected in the water, petals fell one by one onto her head, her dress, her shadow.
Zhan Lan was momentarily entranced, no wonder Mu Yan looked so good, his eyes resembled his mother's.
In his previous life as Empress, Zhan Lan saw a portrait of Emperor Xuanwu's father, Si Xuanyi, in the palace. He died young, and his appearance in the portrait did not resemble Mu Yan much.
"Mu Yan, have you seen Si Xuanyi's portrait?" Zhan Lan tentatively asked.
Mu Yan shook his head, closing the Princess's portrait, "I hate him, I don't want to see it."