When Fu Zhen hurried back to Pei Mansion, Tie Ying had already paced back and forth countless times in the front hall.
Seeing Fu Zhen return, he rushed forward in big strides, "General's wife, you're finally back. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
"What's so urgent that you're looking for me?" Fu Zhen asked as she walked through the door.
Tie Ying followed her in and said, "I saw the portrait you painted, and I heard it was based on someone you've seen in person. Is that true?"
As he spoke, he picked up a rolled-up portrait from the table and unfurled it. It was indeed the portrait Fu Zhen had painted yesterday of the person she saw in front of the steamed bun shop in Camp Town.
"Do you recognize him?" Fu Zhen asked bluntly.
"Yes, he is Lian Yang!"
As the words "Lian Yang" spilled from his lips, Fu Zhen held her breath. She quickly replied, "Are you sure? Is this indeed Lian Yang in the portrait?"
