The prince is very cruel

Guan Ning said worriedly, "So many people heard it."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If I can't see it, you can just dig your own coffin!" Yuan Xiang shouted. Such a young beauty, but with such a hot temper, the contrast is huge.

Guan Ning grinned and turned around and said, "Butler Yang, please help me prepare a piece of rice paper and a portrait of my wife. I also need some charcoal."

Upon hearing this, Butler Yang and others were stunned. What did they need these for?

Guan Ning gave him a reassuring look. Butler Yang frowned, but had no choice but to do as he was told: "Yes."

It was not difficult to get these three items and they were delivered very quickly.

Under everyone's gaze, Guan Ning picked up the portrait of his deceased wife. The portrait showed a dignified woman in a light blue Confucian skirt, but ancient paintings were all freehand, and the entire outline and facial features were not of a real person at all.

He looked at it carefully, and kept looking at Yuan Xiang's face, as if he was remembering something in his mind.

"Have you seen enough?"

"How can I see my mother? If you are like those swindlers and trick me into seeing her in my dreams, I will kill you!" Yuan Xiang was annoyed, obviously she had been cheated before.

Guan Ning looked at it for a long time and slowly put down the scroll.

"Okay."

"I'll show you in a moment that I, Guan Ning, never lie to women."

After saying that, he buried his head in his work and stopped talking. As a time traveler, he certainly knew that the dead could not be resurrected, but sketching could present a person's appearance with high precision, just like taking a photo.

Such ability was unique in ancient times.

Seeing this, everyone was confused.

But he was so steady and calm that everyone, including Yuan Xiang, felt a hint of curiosity and anticipation.

Could he really make his long-dead wife reappear?

In order to see his mother, Yuan Xiang rarely suppressed his anger.

Guan Ning first sharpened the charcoal into three pieces of different thicknesses, and then spread out the rice paper. In order to maintain the mystery, he even prohibited anyone from peeking.

Yuan Xiangyu never put down the bronze lid in her hand, as if silently warning her that if she couldn't see it for a while, she would have to bear the consequences herself.

The ancestral hall suddenly became quiet.

Only the sound of Guan Ning's brush and ink constantly making rustling sounds echoed in the ancestral hall.

As time passed, the night grew darker and darker. Everyone stood not far away, waiting anxiously. Yuan Xiang couldn't help but step forward to settle the score several times, but was stopped by Butler Yang.

A full hour later.

"call!"

Guan Ning exhaled and stood up.

The atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and Yuan Xiang rushed up and said coldly: "Asshole, when you said you wanted me to see my mother, was that just a portrait?"

"I have plenty of portraits like this at home. I don't need you to show off your skills here and try to show off..."

She rushed forward, but her voice suddenly stopped. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the piece of rice paper, and she was visibly shocked and unbelievable, as if in a dream.

This change in expression surprised Butler Yang and everyone else, and they all rushed forward to find out what was going on.

The woman in the portrait was graceful and elegant, and bore a striking resemblance to Yuan Xiang. Most importantly, she was lifelike, with the blending of light and dark creating a 3D visual experience. Her eyes, nose, and mouth all seemed to have been imprinted from a living person.

Housekeeper Yang was shocked: "Husband, Madam?"

The servants were stunned. What kind of painting skill was this? It was so realistic?

Yuan Xiang'er's nose felt sore, and tears instantly rolled down the eyes of this unruly and willful woman. The magical painting skills really made people come back to life in the painting.

"mother!"

She cried out in grief, fell to her knees, and pressed her face hard against the scroll.

"Mom, Xiang'er misses you so much, Xiang'er misses you so much."

"Can you come back?"

"Can you come back?"

Her choked cries were heartbreaking. At this moment, she was not a willful young lady, but just a child who wanted her mother's love.

Everyone who heard the sound burst into tears.