Top white, rich and beautiful, the princess is reborn and the revenge story

Huang knew that if they wanted He Miaomeng to marry in He Chan's place, it would be impossible for them to do it alone. Even their closest servant, Hongcao, had betrayed them. Who else could they trust? They could only turn to Princess Shanzhen for help.

You have to be sincere when asking for help. Why would the princess help them if they come to you with nothing but empty promises?

But Huang didn't have much money now. The only valuable thing she had was her dowry. After so many years, it had been almost used up, and only a few treasures were left.

Huang took out a small rosewood box and opened it. Inside was a ruby ​​headpiece, two finely crafted gold and jade bracelets, and a scroll.

When I opened the scroll, I saw a bright moon painted on it and lush green grass below, nothing else.

He Chanling asked in confusion, "Mother, this painting isn't the work of a famous artist, so why did it become your dowry?"

"I don't know. This was given to me by your grandmother. It's an heirloom in their family. Every woman in every generation wears it when she gets married. It was supposed to be for you, but now I have to ask the princess for it. I don't have anything else, so I can only take this."

Huang felt sorry for her mother, and He Chanling comforted her, "Mother, these are external things, your life is more important."

"I know."

The mother and daughter found an excuse to go out. The marriage had been settled, and the people of the He family were relieved and no longer kept an eye on them. Huang and He Chanling easily entered the princess's mansion and asked to see Zhao Yuanqing.

Huang and He Chanling knelt on the ground, begging Zhao Yuanqing for help and presenting the gifts.

"You two are welcome to speak."

Huang and He Chanling stood up and opened the box. "This is just a small gift, it's all I can offer you. Please don't despise me, Princess. If I can escape this disaster, I will definitely repay you for your kindness."

Zhao Yuanqing took a look and was not interested in the headdress and bracelet. She had a lot of such things, some even better than Huang's.

"what is this?"

"A painting."

Huang unfolded the painting and said a little embarrassedly, "It's not a masterpiece by a famous artist. It's just an heirloom from my mother's family, so I brought it here to present to the princess."

Zhao Yuanqing looked up and saw an ordinary painting: a yellowed piece of paper with a yellow moon on it, a blue-black sky, and lush grass below. Nothing else.

But after experiencing the things that happened to the previous treasures, Zhao Yuanqing has become much more sensitive than before. Maybe there is a mystery in this painting, otherwise why would an unknown painting be passed down from generation to generation?

She stared at it for a while, and suddenly felt the grass in the painting move.

"what?"

Huang asked, "Princess, what's wrong?"

Zhao Yuanqing said, "Come and see, is the grass in this painting moving?"

"what?"

Huang couldn't believe it, and she and He Chanling came to the front of the painting together. Three pairs of eyes stared at the painting. Sure enough, after less than a cup of tea, they saw the grass in the painting falling from left to right as if blown by the wind.

Huang and He Chanling were both stunned. "This, this, this is a ghost!"

Zhao Yuanqing said, "It's not a ghost, nor is it an illusion. This painting must be a treasure."

When Huang heard Zhao Yuanqing say this, a thousand thoughts flashed through her mind, but in the end she gritted her teeth and said,

"Princess, since I have brought the painting to you, no matter what treasure it is, I will not take it back. I will give it to you!"

Zhao Yuanqing smiled and said, "I have many treasures, and I don't need you as one. Let's not talk about other things. Let's take a look at the use of this painting first."

Huang and He Chanling struggled for a long time but couldn't find the method, and the painting didn't change at all.

Zhao Yuanqing already had experience, so she reminded him, "Since this painting is from your mother's family, it might require blood recognition. Try dropping two drops of blood."

Huang bit her finger half-believingly and dripped two drops of blood on the painting. A strange thing happened. The portrait seemed to come alive and swallowed the blood. The picture soon returned to its original state.

Then, the portrait seemed to be washed with water, and the yellow color faded away. It was no longer a thin piece of paper, but turned into snow-white brocade. Four small red words appeared in the upper right corner, "Soul Catching Space".

The three of them said in unison, "Soul Capture Space"

what is this?

Zhao Yuanqing speculated, "Could it be that this painting can capture a person's soul? Or perhaps the soul of another living thing?"

She asked someone to bring a live chicken, "Try and see if you can take the soul of this chicken in?"

Huang was really frightened and thought it was sensational. He Chanling saw that her mother was really unable to do it, so she took the painting and said, "I'll do it!"

He Chanling tried the painting left and right, muttering to herself, like a shaman. Sometimes she was several meters away from the chicken, and sometimes she was so close that her hair was touching it. After trying many times, suddenly there was a flash of white light, and the chicken disappeared!

Hey!

The three of them were stunned and rushed to the painting. Sure enough, they saw a chicken in the painting! The chicken was still alive and clucking, but no matter how hard it flapped, it just couldn't get out!

Zhao Yuanqing understood that this soul-catching space meant that living things could be moved into this painting.

How do I get out then?

He Chanling tried again, and it came out easily. She shook the painting downwards, and the chicken fell out. It ran away again with a clucking sound, and it was still alive.

Zhao Yuanqing asked someone to bring two chickens and tested them one by one. After verification, it was found that the painting could only hold three chickens at most, that is, three living things, and no dead objects, such as benches and tables, were allowed. Even dead chickens were not allowed.

From this perspective, the painting is an invisible carriage that can only accommodate three people.

Although it's a bit tasteless, it can solve some problems.

Huang took the painting and insisted on giving it to Zhao Yuanqing. Zhao Yuanqing waved his hand and said, "I don't want it. This thing is of no use to me. However, it is of great use to you. It can solve your problem this time."

"Princess, please clarify."

"Aren't you trying to do a substitution? The He family has many eyes and ears, so it's not easy for you to replace He Chanling with He Miaomeng. But if you have this painting, it will be much easier. You just need to do this..."

Huang listened carefully and nodded repeatedly, "Thank you so much, Princess. Your kindness is so great, and we, mother and daughter, will definitely repay you!"

After everything was agreed upon, Huang took He Chanling away.