Xie Jingchen pushed the door open and entered the study, only to see Old Master Xie rolling up a painting and placing it in a brocade box.
His gaze lingered on the brocade box for a moment longer.
It was that brocade box again.
From childhood to adulthood, every time he saw this brocade box, his father was either rolling up a painting or placing one inside it.
He was always free to come to this study, but aside from the times he saw it in Old Master Xie's presence, he had never seen the brocade box alone.
When Old Master Xie wasn't around, he had secretly searched for a secret compartment but found nothing.
Not knowing who his biological mother was, coupled with Old Master Xie's affection for him, Xie Jingchen suspected more than once that it was a portrait of his mother.
Thinking about Zhao Xu traveling all the way from Nanliang to Daqi to find his mother, if he had a portrait...
Even if his mother was no longer in this world.
