If Emperor Guang had been feeling something off, you wouln't imagine the things that were going through the Empress Mother's mind. True, she hadn't seen her daughter for sixteen years.
Also true was the fact that all of the portraits of her daughter—although had been sent by her enemies—had been painted in the Shanmai style and had been framed all around the palace.
Even though she had gotten a picture of Yingyue every year, none of her pictures did justice to the real one. She's so beautiful, her mind cried when she first saw her earlier. She was glowing. Her skin was bright and her eyes were a dark haze of purple.
But one thing that was false from the pictures was the presence of the princess. In the pictures, she had appeared warm and welcoming. Her smile always her best. Inviting and lifting.
