vstars Chapter 120 Fighting the Wolves
Chapter 120 Fighting the Wolves
After hearing her youngest daughter's words, Madam Wang swayed violently, her vision blurred, and she nearly fainted! She felt dizzy, as if the whole world was collapsing. She struggled to steady herself, gripping the table tightly with one hand and clutching her chest with the other, trying to calm her heart that was pounding in her throat.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at her youngest daughter, her lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence. She never imagined that her usually well-behaved and sensible daughter would say such a thing! These words were like a sharp sword, mercilessly piercing her heart.
Miss Wang gazed intently at the handsome portrait of the Regent, as if drawn by an invisible magic. Her eyes slowly swept over every detail of the painting, from the Regent's sharp, sword-like eyebrows to his high-bridged nose, then to the slightly upturned corners of his mouth and his deep-set eyes. His gaze seemed to contain boundless wisdom and power, compelling one to explore its mysteries.
As time went by, Miss Wang grew increasingly excited. She began to imagine the Regent's dashing figure as he navigated the court with masterful skill and command; his imposing presence as he charged into battle, bravely fighting the enemy; and his wise and decisive handling of state affairs in the palace…
Unbeknownst to her, Miss Wang had become completely absorbed in her own fantasy. She even forgot everything around her, utterly immersed in her worship and reverence for the Regent. The portrait seemed to come alive, presenting a real and charismatic image of the Regent before her eyes.
She had never seen such a handsome man, as if he had stepped out of a painting. His face was exquisitely sculpted, every line perfectly proportioned. Beneath his high, straight nose, his lips were slightly upturned, revealing a subtle smile; his deep, bright eyes sparkled like stars, seemingly able to see through everything. He was tall and slender, with smooth, natural muscle lines, and dressed in a white robe, he appeared even more elegant and imposing. He surpassed even the man of her dreams! This man was like a work of art bestowed upon the world by heaven, captivating all who beheld him.
Murong Xun was unaware that he was being secretly coveted and desired by others. He lived his life as usual, completely oblivious to the undercurrents and crises gradually approaching around him. The gears of fate began to turn, and he was about to be swept into a breathtaking storm, all stemming from the hidden ambitions and schemes of a mysterious figure lurking in the shadows. However, at this moment, Murong Xun remained oblivious, still immersed in his own peaceful world.
When the Left Chancellor saw the painting, a strange feeling welled up inside him. He couldn't help but take a few steps closer to examine it carefully. The figure in the painting was lifelike, as if it could step out of the paper. However, what puzzled the Left Chancellor was that this person looked somewhat familiar. He frowned, trying hard to recall if he had ever seen such a person before.
As time passed, vague fragments gradually surfaced in the Left Prime Minister's mind. These fragments intertwined, forming an incomplete jigsaw puzzle, but he still couldn't piece together the complete image. Who exactly was the person in the painting? Why had it left such a deep impression on the Left Prime Minister? He began to ponder, trying to unravel this mystery.