Xiuhong Mian listens to the questions of the people in his arms and looks at the distance. His mind drifts to a long time ago, when he was still very small.

"mianer ~" on the bed was a beautiful woman with a pale face and a weak voice, all of which showed her illness.

"empress mother ~" Xiuhong's voice rang out, and then came to the empress mother.

"mianer, take this well."

xiuhongmian takes over the things handed by his mother and opens them up. It's a picture.

there is a villain on the picture, drying clothes.

"who drew it?"

the beautiful woman showed a rare sweet smile, "keep it...