"Hahahaha... Of course a monster will not admit that he is a monster. Do you think a thief will admit that he is a thief?" The Eighth Prince straightened up, suddenly becoming more amused, "Carry her back to my room, I want to interrogate her properly.

Her origin.”

"yes."

The cage was lifted again. Xia Wushuang was frightened by the sudden turbulence of the cage, and held the iron bars tighter with both hands.

Even her panic expression is so touching...

The Eighth Prince followed closely and walked into the house, feeling happier than ever before.[

3.

It's night, and people from Nangong Mansion are also living there.

A single candlelight, flickering like a bean, can actually fill a room with warmth.

Shen Juncheng concentrated on writing in front of the desk. The tip of the slender brush was dancing on the rice paper. His good calligraphy was like his person, majestic and proud. Suddenly, a gust of wind came from outside and made the window creak.

The candlelight also flickered back and forth.

Listening to the rustling sound blown by the wind, I thought it was a sign of the coming storm.

Shen Juncheng reached out and was about to close the window when another gust of wind blew, all the rice paper folded on the desk was blown away, and the candle flame was extinguished.

After a while, the sound of big raindrops falling on the leaves and tile backs could be heard outside, like falling bamboo beans.

Shen Juncheng went into the dark and closed the window, relighted the candle, and stood up to pick up the rice paper that had fallen on the ground. These rice papers were filled with various landscape paintings, which he bought from the old woman, and were now of no use.

He picked up one piece and crushed it into pieces. However, when he picked up one piece, the familiar picture made his fingers freeze.

He quickly walked to the bed and took out a brocade box from the pillow. In addition to a pair of transparent white jade rings, there were also several stacked pieces of rice paper in the brocade box, all of which were paintings by Xia Wushuang.

Shen Juncheng opened the painting and quickly found the painting exactly like the one in his hand.

By candlelight, he carefully observed the two paintings. Although there were subtle differences, the brushstrokes, painting style, and outline of the lines were exactly the same as the artistic conception expressed in the paintings.
Chapter completed!