The chest was full of scrolls, she picked one of them and unscroll it carefully, air slipped out of her lungs hitting the pit of her stomach like a rock as she looks at her own painting, in the wedding robes when she married Xian Zhen, she touch her own face than of the face of the woman in the painting that had the had the fortune to be loved by him and misfortune of losing it. The woman's eyes brimming with happiness, her cheek flushed from shyness and they lotus mark looks more beautiful than she never sees it on herself, it was her and yet...not anymore. This is Pure Consort Fang the most beloved wife of Emperor Zhong, a tear slipped from her eyes dropping on the flushed cheeks of the woman in the painting.
When he made this? Why he...She put it down. Looking at the scrolls at the chest, she picked the next one, unable to breath as she unscroll it. She was holding the red lilies in her hand, her face almost buried in them with embarrassment.
