The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

Chapter 1795 The Mystery in the Painting

When Lord Chen looked over at Zhou Shiyue, he wanted to cover his forehead, but he was too slow to react and Zhou Shiyue still saw him.

He immediately said somewhat awkwardly, "I was accidentally injured while trying to help the people solve their problems."

"Oh? So Lord Chen is an honest and good official?" Zhou Shiyue asked again.

Lord Chen originally wanted to reply with "Of course," but when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he felt that it was too direct and would make him seem a bit unsycophantic.

He quickly cupped his hands in a respectful bow to Lu Zhaoling, saying, "This is all thanks to the Princess's radiant guidance, which has led me to the right path for an official..."

"stop."

As soon as Lu Zhaoling got off the carriage, she heard what Lord Chen said. She couldn't bear to listen to it and immediately interrupted him.

Just as I was about to say a few words to him, I noticed that Lord Chen's forehead was dark.

Lu Zhaoling paused for a moment.

She was speechless. Why was Lord Chen so unlucky? He had been having bad luck before because someone wanted to be his concubine, but the matter with Jin'er had already been dealt with. What was going on now?

"Lord Chen..."

Lord Chen was a shrewd man. As soon as he saw Lu Zhaoling's expression and heard her tone, his heart jumped into his throat. He reached out and pushed aside Jin Yuan, who was blocking his way, saying, "Young scholar, you have something urgent to tell me." He then ran to Lu Zhaoling in small steps.

"Your Highness, have you noticed my unlucky face again? Please take a look at me."

Zhou Shiyue looked at Lord Chen's face as he leaned in and wanted to kick him away.

Lu Zhaoling said, "Hey, when Lord Chen took a closer look, although his forehead was dark, there were several strands of merit light the size of silkworms on his head."

Upon hearing this, everyone reacted with varying expressions.

The princess's words...

Lord Chen was almost in tears. He had only guessed, never expecting that the man's face was truly dark.

If it were just a gloomy face, it would be better, as it wouldn't sound like there's anything mortally in danger. But a dark spot on the forehead sounds much more serious.

Is this going to kill me?

"Your Highness, you have such good eyesight!" Lord Chen instinctively flattered her first, "You can even see something the size of a silkworm's thread."

Zhou Shiyue's lips twitched.

I really don't want to discourage Chen Deshan.

He was radiant with golden light, but Chen Deshan only had a few strands of merit light the size of silkworms.

“My eyesight has always been good,” Lu Zhaoling said. “However, this shows that what Lord Chen said earlier about relieving the people’s worries and difficulties was not a fabrication to deceive them.”

"Of course it's not a lie, how could I dare to lie to the Princess and the Prince?" Lord Chen was practically raising his hand to swear an oath.

He wouldn't dare lie to Lu Zhaoling, no matter who he was lying to.

"Let's go inside first, don't crowd around here," Lu Zhaoling said.

"Yes, yes, Your Highness, please have a safe journey," Lord Chen said, acting like a guide, almost as if he wanted to clear the way for Lu Zhaoling. "We've reached the threshold, Your Highness, please come in. Would you like me to help you in?"

Zhou Shiyue reached out and brushed him aside.

Lord Chen almost lost his balance, but luckily Lü Song next to him helped him up.

"Your Highness has a truly powerful grip. Is that internal strength? This humble official, with his broad shoulders and round belly, was easily pushed aside with a mere flick of his wrist..."

"Lord Chen, why don't you relax a bit?" Rong Jingjing, who was listening from the side, could hardly stand it anymore.

"I feel very relaxed. Coming to Huaiyuan is like coming home. Haha, of course, it's up to Miss Rong not to mind."

Rong Jingjing: “…”

Fine, she gave in.

As soon as Lu Zhaoling entered, she saw the offering table under the locust tree.

She glanced around and then waved to Jin Yuan.

"Junior brother, come here."

Jin Yuan walked up to her and said, "Senior Sister."

Lu Zhaoling noticed that he had a rosy complexion and called Lü Song over.

“Junior Brother Lü, you should show this to Lord Chen first, and then take a look at Junior Brother.”

Lü Song realized that his senior sister wanted to give him more practice experience.

"Yes, senior sister."

"princess......"

Before Lord Chen could finish speaking, Lu Zhaoling said to him, "Lord Chen is letting my junior brother practice. Don't worry, he won't die."

Lu Zhaoling said he wouldn't die, so Lord Chen had no choice but to stop trying to follow the past and obediently let Lü Song be his practice subject.

Lu Zhaoling and Zhou Shiyue then entered the hall.

In the main hall, there was a memorial tablet for Cui Liyue, next to which was a painting of Lu Ming by Qian Dingxing, and next to the painting was a purple flute.

The memorial tablet for Cui Liyue was carved by Yin Yunting for Lu Zhaoling.

Cui Liyue has passed away, but it has now been confirmed that she was indeed the eldest sister's biological mother, so a memorial tablet has been erected for her.

Lu Zhaoling returned to her parents' home today and paid her respects with Zhou Shiyue.

Zhou Shiyue's gaze fell on Lu Ming's painting.

"Senior Sister, Your Highness, there's some sweet soup prepared at home. Please each have a bowl; it's a sweet treat for your homecoming today," Rong Jingjing said.

She had been watching Lu Zhaoling the whole time and could tell that her senior sister had been doing quite well at the Prince's Mansion these past few days, looking radiant. So she felt relieved.

Lu Zhaoling nodded. "Okay."

Jiang Yongmiao quickly said, "I'll go get it."

She ran out as fast as she could.

Lu Zhaoling turned around and saw that Zhou Shiyue was still looking at Lu Ming's painting. She gently tugged at his sleeve.

"Are you so engrossed in watching?" Lu Zhaoling asked.

Zhou Shiyue then came to his senses, pointed to a corner of the painting, and told Lu Zhaoling that he was looking at that.

Lu Zhaoling looked in the direction he was pointing.

There was someone watching Lu Ming.

Lu Ming was walking on the streets of the ghost market. Qian Dingxing was mainly painting him, but the background of the painting, which had a bustling street scene, was mostly painted blurry with some lights added.

However, a small portion of the people on both sides of the street were still visible.

There's a detail on the street corner that's been carefully sketched out.

Zhou Shiyue pointed out a person sitting on a small stool with a stall, looking up at Lu Ming.

That's an old man.

With white eyebrows, white beard, and white hair, he sat on a small stool in a white robe, the hem of which hung down to the ground.

On the small stall in front of him, some items were roughly outlined, including a bottle and a box next to it, on which was placed a jade seal.

This is considered a rather detailed aspect of the painting.

Previously, Lu Zhaoling hadn't paid much attention to these details; she only focused on Lu Ming.

But now that Zhou Shiyue has pointed it out, she is quite surprised.

"Huh? The shape of this bottle looks a bit like the congratulatory gift Dai Xu gave me."

Because the bottle is special, with nine lotuses and nine lions, its shape is naturally complex.

Although the bottle in the painting doesn't depict the nine lotuses and nine lions, its general shape and outline are quite similar.

“And that seal,” Zhou Shiyue reminded her.

"What?" Lu Zhaoling suddenly realized that Zhou Shiyue had said yesterday that he was looking for a jade seal.