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Everyone's eyes turned to look at the person in the painting.

The woman in the painting is dressed in red, her face veiled by a light gauze. Her eyes are clear, aloof, and her demeanor is all too familiar to the guests present.

One glance is enough to recognize who the person in the painting is.

Almost simultaneously, everyone looked at Song Qingning sitting next to Xie Xuanjin, their hearts filled with shock at what they had just discovered.

The Princess Consort of Yu could not hide her panic.

Xie Rouan was the first to come to her senses.

At that moment, she had no time to care about the blood dripping from her wrist, and hurriedly went to pick up the scattered paintings on the ground again.

"Who brought this drawing I made on a whim here? I apologize for the mess." Xie Rouan reacted quickly; how could she not know that the drawing wasn't hers?

She recognized the brushstrokes the moment she saw the painting.

It was drawn by my older brother!

The fact that the painting of the fourth sister-in-law was done at this particular time and on this particular occasion is highly unusual.

Xie Rouan sensed a conspiracy.

Whether that person wanted to ruin her brother's wedding or had some other purpose, she couldn't let that person succeed.

But as Xie Rouan squatted down and touched the painting, someone snatched it away first.

Xie Rouan looked up and saw an unfamiliar maid. She nervously held the painting in her arms, but instead of covering it up, she let the painting unfold.

Therefore, the woman in the painting is clearer and more intuitive.

The atmosphere in the hall was subtle.

"Someone come here!"

Princess Yu glared fiercely at the maid.

The maid was none other than Qiulan.

When Princess Yu glared at her, Qiu Lan felt flustered, but knowing that her secret was being held by someone, and that the die was cast, she had no way out.

The words that person had just said kept echoing in my mind.

She gritted her teeth, as if she were going to risk everything, and knelt on the ground in a panic.

"Your Highness, please forgive me. I was ordered to bring this painting. Just now, Sister Yan fell and startled me, which is why the painting fell to the ground."

The "Sister Yan" she mentioned was the maid who had just fallen.

She said, "I was ordered..."

"By order? By whose order are you acting?" Princess Yu stared at the painting, then gave Xie Yunli a serious look.

That day, she discovered the painting and gave Yunli a warning.

Yunli said he would handle it.

But how did this painting end up here today?

"Is she... the future princess..."

Qiulan was trembling with fear.

After she finished speaking, she looked at the bride.

Not only her, but everyone present looked at Cui Xinlan, their eyes filled with doubt.

The Princess Consort of Yu and Xie Yunli's eyes were filled with reproach and anger.

The gazes from all sides made Cui Xinlan panic.

She was also stunned.

Coming to her senses, Cui Xinlan almost dropped the Hehuan fan in her hand. "I, I didn't..."

"When did I give such an order? Why would I let you deliver a painting? Besides, I...I've never seen this painting before."

Cui Xinlan was equally bewildered. "I've never even seen you before!"

But Qiulan met her gaze and said, "Miss Cui, how could you not have seen this painting before? Have you forgotten that we met at the flower viewing banquet?"

The flower-viewing banquet was held on the day when Princess Yu was selecting a consort for Xie Yunli.

Miss Cui was indeed at Prince Li's residence that day.

"Miss Cui, you saw this painting the other day and said it was really well done." Qiu Lan felt a little guilty, but then she remembered what the man had said earlier.

She said that Miss Cui looks dignified, but she is extremely petty. If she becomes the mistress of the Prince's mansion, her thoughts will be discovered and she will surely meet a bad end.

She said that as long as you do as she says, you can definitely ruin today's wedding.

She said that as long as the future princess is not Miss Cui, but someone else, perhaps someone more tolerant, her feelings for the prince could have a good outcome.

Qiulan didn't know if Miss Cui was really as petty and intolerant as that person said, but since that person had her secret, she could only do as she was told.

She added that no one knew whether Miss Cui had actually seen her at the flower viewing party, and no one knew whether the painting was actually sent by Miss Cui on her orders.

Even if Miss Cui tries to explain, she will stick to her guns and her explanations will be useless.

The guilt vanished in an instant.

Under Miss Cui's astonished gaze, Qiulan uttered the words she had prepared beforehand:

"Miss Cui, have you forgotten? You came to me afterward and said you liked this painting and asked me to bring it to you on your wedding day, so I brought it."

Qiulan's face was full of sincerity, as if every word she spoke was true and without a trace of falsehood.

Those present frowned even more deeply.

The woman in this painting is Song Qingning.

Moreover, they could all tell who the painting was actually created.

If what the maid said is true, what is Miss Cui trying to do by having her bring this painting to such an occasion?

Not only Princess Yu and Xie Yunli, but even Xie Xuanjin standing to the side had a fierce glint in his eyes.

The gazes from all sides made Cui Xinlan even more flustered.

"I didn't, you're lying..."

She was eager to explain herself.

But before she could even open her mouth, the maid knelt down in alarm, "Miss Cui, I didn't lie."

"You clearly instructed me to bring this painting, but now you deny it. Without your order, how could I have dared to bring it on my own? I know you are the future princess, and I dare not disobey you, but, but..."

Qiulan seemed to panic as well.

She glanced helplessly at Xie Yunli, then looked around. When she saw the people around the emperor, she seemed to "understand" something. In a moment of sudden realization, her face was filled with fear.

She had never seen that face before.

She had just sneaked into the main hall and was seeing it for the first time.

She recognized her at first glance.

She looked at that painting every day. Before, she thought it was just an ordinary painting of a lady. The lady's eyebrows and eyes seemed to be engraved in her mind, so when she saw her for the first time, she knew that she was the person in the painting.

Dressed in magnificent robes, she sat beside the emperor, her status self-evident.

It's that Lady Song!

Only then did she realize why that person had said that the painting could ruin the wedding.

What does it mean that the prince painted a portrait of Consort Song?

He coveted the Empress's sister-in-law.

Outrageous!

And since "Miss Cui revealed this secret to the public," the wedding was bound to end badly.

Qiulan had been suppressing her shock, and her current fear seemed genuine.

She glanced at the painting in her hand again, looked up in astonishment, and murmured, "So that's how it is, so that's how it is, Miss Cui, you..."

Qiu Lan seemed to understand Cui Xinlan's "purpose".

She was eager to roll up the painting and hide the woman in it.

Perhaps he was too "panicked" because his trembling hands couldn't even roll up the painting properly, and the lady in the painting was still exposed.

"This servant deserves to die! This servant had no idea that Miss Cui harbored such intentions. This servant also did not know that this painting depicted Consort Song. Miss Cui, how could you... how could you use this servant like this?"

Qiulan seemed so frightened that she became incoherent.

Finally, as if going all out, disregarding his status, he angrily questioned:

"Miss Cui, what do you want to do?"