The next morning, Zhuge Yun and her husband Song Yun said goodbye to their father Zhuge Yu and younger brother Zhuge Jian, and reluctantly left their home in Dongzhou by car.

In the evening, they arrived at Fengshuping Village, where they were greeted by Jiang Bo and his wife, the caretaker of the manor, outside the gate.

Zhuge Manor is a gorgeous building built in the 18th century, with white walls and black tiles, auspicious beasts erected on the high roof, lush vegetation, fragrant flowers and birds, and a green and flat grass as soft as a carpet. The courtyard has a long and narrow balcony that can be used to look out over the valley in the distance.

Zhuge Yun stood alone on the balcony, looking around, and the past came to his mind like a dream. She also vividly remembers the joyful scenes of her and her younger brother Zhuge Jian playing on the grass or in the thick shade of trees when she was a child. The past was all over the place, Zhuge Yun felt a lot of emotion in her heart, and crystal tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhuge Yun, who was preoccupied, returned to the living room, rested for a while, and wanted to go to her mother's room to have a look. So, under the leadership of Uncle Jiang's wife, Aunt Zhao, she and her husband went to her mother's bedroom.

When he stepped on the stairs on the second floor, Zhuge Yun suddenly pressed his hand on his chest, his face was pale, his breathing was urgent, and he was shaking.

"Yun'er, what's wrong with you?" Song Yun asked worriedly.

"I didn't ...... Nothing, probably too excited. ”

Zhuge Yun barely squeezed out a gentle smile, snuggled up to Song Yun, and went up to the second floor. The room across the hallway was locked.

"This is Madame's room."

Aunt Zhao said in a low voice. Suddenly, Zhuge Yun involuntarily walked to the door, pressed the doorknob with his hand, and turned it gently, but he couldn't open it.

"Due to the strict rules of the husband, the door of this room has not been opened for more than ten years, so the furnishings inside are exactly the same as when the lady was alive, not even the chairs have been moved, and the portrait of the lady still hangs on the wall to this day." Aunt Zhao explained.

"Ah, I can finally see the portrait of my mother......" Zhuge Yun couldn't help but cheer loudly.

"Yes, it was specially invited by Mr. Dongzhou to invite the most prestigious painter in Dongzhou to paint for Mrs., it is very realistic!"

"Really? Is it exactly like my mother?...... Song Yun, open the door for me! Zhuge Yun trembled and handed the key to Song Yun.

When Song Yun inserted the key into the keyhole, Zhuge Yun gasped, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Ahh I can finally see my mother, I haven't seen her in fifteen years, I can't remember my mother's face, but I know she must be beautiful and gentle...... Ah, hurry up, I really want to meet my mother soon......"

Zhuge Yun kept murmuring, and her excitement made her use a childlike tone, and shouted worriedly:

"Mommy, Mommy......"

Under Song Yun's turn, the rusty key made a faint creaking sound, and the door finally opened. Zhuge Yun staggered into his mother's bedroom.

The room faces southwest, and the soft setting sun shines through the window, giving off a faint glow. The noble furniture is covered with a delicate and elegant cloth cover, covered with a thin layer of dust. Classical palace lamps hang from the ceiling, shining brightly under the golden sunset.

Between the two windows facing the courtyard, there hangs a large oil painting of a full-length portrait of a young lady with a piercing gaze looking straight ahead, as if to gain insight into people's hearts.

"Mommy, Mommy......"

Zhuge Yun threw himself forward and fell to a small shrine frame beneath the portrait, where Zhuge Yu once knelt morning and evening and begged the Bodhisattva to bless his beloved deceased wife. Zhuge Yun straightened up, folded his hands, and looked up at the portrait of his mother.

The faint sunset shone in from the opposite window, forming a backlight that made Zhuge Yun unable to clearly see his mother's face. She stared at the painted mother with a sad gaze, and tears of missing her biological mother flowed down her fair cheeks.

Song Yun gently walked behind his wife and looked up at the portrait of his wife. "Ah......h

Song Yun was shocked, his face was as pale as paper, and his whole body trembled involuntarily. The lady in the portrait is the mysterious and abnormal woman in black, and even her clothes and dresses are exactly the same as when her father was assassinated. In addition, she also wears a gold snake charm on her chest.

Song Yun, who was at a loss, couldn't help but take a step forward, but tripped over Zhuge Yun's foot, and he almost fell to the ground.

Zhuge Yun was taken aback, and when she turned around, she saw her husband standing beside her. She hadn't seen her mother's face for more than ten years, and at this moment, facing the undead, sorrow came from it, and her eyes were full of tears, and she didn't notice the panicked expression on Song Yun's face.

"She was the woman in black, the mysterious woman who assassinated her father. Her face, her clothes, and that serpentine charm...... Ordinary women don't wear such a mysterious and terrifying ornament at all, is that a talisman? Or is it a code and a sign to deliver a message?

"Yes, that's right! The woman in black is the female killer who accompanies the general of country E, and the ornament is undoubtedly a symbol used to communicate information with her accomplices......"

Song Yun thought about it, and the hatred in his heart deepened a little.

"Zhuge Yun's mother is a female killer sent by the general of country E, and she is the culprit who killed her father, this is terrible!"

Song Yun couldn't support it, he felt that his body was as light as a gossamer, as if he was standing on the clouds, fluttering and swaying. He stumbled on the table, his hands on his forehead, his face blank, his eyes glazed like a downed soldier.

Zhuge Yun was completely immersed in the portrait of her mother, and did not notice Song Yun's strange behavior at all, she stared at the portrait alone, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

Song Yun looked at his beloved wife and thought in his heart: "I didn't expect Zhuge Yun's mother to be a girl in black, but my beloved wife is the daughter of an enemy who killed her father." What a coincidence! Is the beautiful lady in the painting really the woman in black? Am I mistaken?"

Song Yun raised his eyes to look at the portrait again, but no matter how he changed the position or distance, the result was the same, she was the woman in black! Song Yun's eyes suddenly darkened, as if he had fallen into a quagmire of despair.

Although Song Yun is a young man, he is very calm and rational. After a while, he calmed down and thought, "Zhuge Yun doesn't know anything, it's not her fault, I can't hate her and blame her."

He gently took Zhuge Yun's hand and took her downstairs in silence. Then, the couple had dinner together and spent a romantic and peaceful evening.

Before Jiang Bo and his wife cleaned up the bedroom, Song Yun and Zhuge Yun had to sit in the living room and chat. The content of their conversation is all related to Zhuge Yun's mother. Zhuge Yun's memory of her mother is not so clear, but she has a gentle temperament, and she has always respected and missed her mother very much.

When Song Yun saw his beloved wife in tears, he couldn't help but feel a burst of pity in his heart, and while wiping away tears for her, he secretly resolved not to mention the woman in black to his wife.

That night, Song Yun had insomnia.

"I can't believe it's going to happen. If Zhuge Yun's mother and the woman in black are the same person, then why did Zhuge Yu give his daughter the key? Since Zhuge Yu knew that there was a portrait of his wife hanging in that room, he would hide the portrait before we came here. Maybe the lady in the painting isn't the woman in black at all......"