Yun bixue didn't even pay attention to what the ancestral hall looked like. She didn't even look at her surroundings.
Her gaze was fixed on the portrait, and her heart seemed to be led by something. She walked towards the portrait step by step. This was a feeling that was out of her control.
And looking at this portrait, her heart began to beat irregularly.
She looked at the poem at the bottom of the painting and slowly read it,'shangxie, I want to know you and live a long life. There were no mountains and no rivers. Winter Thunder, summer rain snow. Heaven and earth merge, and one dares to die with the monarch. "
The crisp sound reverberated in the empty ancestral hall, particularly beautiful and poignant.
Xie limo heard the sadness in Yun bixue's voice and immediately felt that something was amiss. Yun bixue had once recited this poem to him, and now that she was reciting it to the painting, it felt a little different.
