Xiang Ying pondered for a moment and then decisively stamped her handprint.
Fang Qian hurriedly collected the paper with the signature, the corners of his mouth blooming into a smile.
"Just wait for my good news."
"Don't make me wait too long, otherwise if I am tormented to death by the Nanyue Emperor before you find Yin Feihua, then there would be no need for me to keep the promise."
Fang Qian looked at her deeply: "Rest assured, I will definitely turn the tide before you die!"
He was about to leave when Xiang Ying suddenly called out to him.
"Fang Qian, show me the portrait of your sister again."
"Why do you want to see that?" Fang Qian became wary.
"It's just that I suddenly remembered, it seems like I've seen her somewhere before."
Fang Qian smiled a little and pulled out the small portrait of the woman from over his heart.
Just like the first time, the girl in the portrait had a mole on the tip of her nose.
Fang Qian's voice carried a hint of indifference.
