A faint smile surfaced on Concubine Hua's face. "I don't know why, but from that day on, I went to that room every single day, trying to imitate the woman in the paintings, her movements, her expressions, even the tiny scar at the corner of her eyebrow, I copied it exactly. The palace maids I shared quarters with all said I was crazy to do such things. But they had never seen that woman's portraits. If they had, they would certainly have been just like me."
When Yue Mingxuan heard this, he frowned slightly. He had heard that the Could Palace once belonged to a favored consort of the previous dynasty.
Could it be that the portraits in that room were of that former dynasty's favored consort?
Concubine Hua continued, "Half a year passed like this. My mannerisms grew more and more like the woman in the paintings. Sometimes, when I looked into the mirror, I would feel confused. Was that person my previous life? Why did I want to imitate her? Was I myself, or was I her?"
