Priceless: A widow with a baby asks the prince to marry again

Qin Shuangyu suddenly became angry!

Chu Wei was stunned for a moment. It wasn't because she was afraid. Qin Shuangyu would never really do anything to her. She still believed this...

But she suddenly remembered that they had quarreled before... Qin Shuangyu would sometimes drink a lot of wine at palace banquets, and when he was half drunk and half awake, his temper would be particularly bad...

However, she felt that it was dissatisfaction with unfulfilled ambitions. Just like her, seeing the prosperity and bustle, she was dissatisfied with only being able to sit in the second seat at the palace banquet...

All of this was caused by her arousing Qin Shuangyu's ambition, and soon after, she forced him to give up...

So she didn't regard those as real quarrels. She only felt guilty for the hidden pain in his eyes when he was angry. Maybe she shouldn't have dragged him into such a dangerous vortex, and now he was neither here nor there.

And at this moment, the pain in his angry eyes was so deep and heavy, a thousand times heavier than usual...

It was so profound that Chu Wei suddenly realized!

I see…

Seeing his grandfather getting angry at his mother, Qin Hao paused for a moment, then stepped forward to pull his grandfather, anxiously admonishing him: "You can't do this! Her Highness the Princess doesn't know about the past, it's not Her Highness's fault!"

Mother has said that we cannot directly conflict with ***! In terms of reason, we must stand on ***'s side!

The grandson's pulling was not very powerful, but it easily stripped away Qin Zhong's anger. Qin Zhong was unable to loosen Chu Wei's collar, and was left with only unbearable pain...

"It was my fault…"

Bitter tears welled up in those determined eyes again, but it was the first time Chu Wei had ever seen such a thing...

"When Lie'er was born, Xiaoqin had a continuous bleeding and passed away on the same day... I was the one who bathed Lie'er and swaddled him..."

Memories with Qin Lie continued to flow with tears... Qin Zhong choked up and narrated: "After that, I took Lie'er to the homes of neighbors with babies to borrow milk, changed his diapers, held him to sleep... Then I taught him to speak and helped him walk..."

"Then... I taught Lie'er to write, to write his own name... to write my name, Xiaoqin's name, and my parents' name..."

Qin Hao was also in tears, but he interrupted his narration after hearing this and solemnly summarized what his grandfather wanted to say to his mother: "My father Qin Lie really exists!"

"I have an eldest son named Qin Lie! Qin Hao is his child! He is the proof that he was alive!"

Qin Zhong raised his eyes to look at Chu Wei. Unlike the anger just now, his eyes were earnest, and he didn't want Qin Lie's existence to be denied.

Chu Wei was speechless for a moment. Emotionally, she had already believed it. She had never seen Qin Shuangyu like this before...

But rationally, *** still questioned how Qin Shuangyu could suddenly have a 25-year-old eldest son who had died?

"I remember Daddy. I can show you what Daddy looks like!"

Qin Hao wiped away his tears and motioned to *** to follow him to see.

Qin Hao ran to the side and pushed open the door of the inner room. The furnishings inside were simple, with a desk and a pair of oddly shaped leather boots on it, and two paintings on the wall behind the desk...

Chu Wei walked over slowly, and the two paintings gradually became clear. One was crudely painted, and the other was finely painted...

But it can be seen that they are both men with three scars on their faces, and from the exquisite painting, one can tell at a glance that his face is 70% similar to Qin Tao, but only 50% similar to Qin Shuangyu at most.

Chu Wei wanted to sneer, was this painted after Qin Tao? But when she saw Qin Shuangyu's earnest eyes, deeply tracing the portrait, she stopped sarcasm and said, "Who painted these?"

"I drew this last month. I remember clearly what my father looked like, but... my hands are not very dexterous, so I can't draw the look in my mind..." Qin Hao explained a little embarrassedly.

Then he introduced the more detailed painting: "This is the one my mother painted for my father after they got married. My mother also has one of her own."

"After Dad passed away, Mom would often look at the painting when she missed him. But this time Mom went on a long trip and didn't bring the painting with her, so I thought... I could show it to Grandpa first and put it back before Mom comes back."

Qin Zhong couldn't help but look bitter. He had never seen his Lie'er grow up, and could only look for his shadow through the memories of his grandson and daughter-in-law...

Qin Hao saw the look on Grandpa's face, but he thought that he was reluctant to return the painting to his mother, so he comforted him, "My memory is very good, and I will always remember Dad. When my painting skills improve, I can paint for you again."

Although it wasn't a painting that was bitter, the comfort from his grandson still made Qin Zhong swallow a lot of pain. He calmed down a little, looked at Chu Wei, and said softly: "I left my hometown when Lie'er was six years old, and I haven't seen him since then... I don't know... what he looks like when he grows up."

Chu Wei carefully observed the exquisite painting. The paper and scrolls were slightly yellowed. She couldn't tell the details, but at least it didn't look like it was painted this year...

The facial details of the people in the painting are very vivid... For paintings like this, one usually has to sit down and let the painter paint slowly. If it was painted by Liu Rusi, she had only met Qin Tao a few times in total. If she wanted to paint like Qin Tao, it would not be so detailed.

Moreover, the calm and somewhat sad expression of the person in the painting... is something Qin Tao has never had before.

Then I saw some small words in the lower right corner of the painting...

Portrait of husband Qin Lie at the age of 18, painted on the 15th day of the first lunar month in the 12th year of the Yongjia period, by wife Liu Rusi.

The gentle and clean small characters clearly had no technique to speak of, but Chu Wei could see the peace of mind that came from the writing…

It seems that at that time, the woman holding the brush believed that she would be accompanied by the person in the painting for the rest of her life...

Chu Wei couldn't help but be distracted from her own affairs and wondered, can Chu Shiyu really occupy a place in the heart of the woman who painted this picture?

If you don't have feelings, how can you draw such a picture or write such a word?

As for completely replacing the person in the painting, Chu Wei was certain that it was impossible.

After coming to her senses, Chu Wei said nothing. No matter how big a mountain her nephew was in emotionally, it had nothing to do with her... Besides, if she was destined to lose, what difference would it make whether she got it or not...

Chu Wei had completely believed that Qin Lie existed, but she still found it hard to accept. She adjusted her mindset, looked at the strange pair of boots on the table, and asked casually, "What are these boots for?"

"Mom made this for Dad... I brought it to show Grandpa. Dad's figure is very similar to Grandpa's, and his feet are about the same size... Woo..."

Tears welled up in the child's big eyes. What he experienced personally was more profound and sad than what others could tell him...

"On the day Daddy had the accident... Mom was making this pair of boots... She had only finished one at that time... Woohoo... After Daddy was buried, Mom continued to make them sporadically. She pricked her hand more than a dozen times, and she continued to make them even when she was pricked... She finally finished them in February last year... Woohoo..."

Qin Zhong picked up the crying child and patted him to comfort him. He tried to hold back his tears but couldn't. He could only maintain a calm tone and whispered to Chu Wei: "Xiaoqin has big bright eyes just like you...Lie'er and Tao'er both have their mother's eyes..."

This is to say, why Qin Lie and Qin Tao are more similar... Indeed, except for the eyes, the other parts of the person in the painting that are not similar to Qin Tao are mostly what Qin Tao imitated from her.

Chu Wei had already believed it, and seeing Qin Shuangyu's grief, she felt a little reluctant... It should be even more difficult for her to control herself in front of Qin Lie's portrait...

Chu Wei turned and walked outside: "Come out and sit down, and explain the whole story clearly."