Fu Zhen's heart stirred: "Really not?"
The Empress unfolded the portrait again: "Yi Yi absolutely doesn't look like this as shown in the portrait. Even if he was young when he went missing back then, a ten-year-old's facial features have already formed. No matter how much he changes, a long thin face wouldn't turn into a square face.
"His features resemble mine, but his face shape resembles his father. The person in the portrait has Phoenix Eyes, while he has Rui Fengyan."
After hearing these words, Fu Zhen felt as if she had broken free from shackles, her whole body relaxing slightly.
Just as she was about to ask further, the Empress spoke again: "Although this portrait isn't him, the strange thing is, the person in the painting does seem familiar to me somehow..."
Fu Zhen's heart skipped again: "You've seen him?"
The Empress scrutinized the portrait inch by inch: "Just based on this face, it indeed looks somewhat familiar."
