"Young master, this is everything you asked for, it's all here!"
Li Qingmu went straight to Elder Qin after coming down from the mountain and asked him about Mr. Qin's portraits.
He wasn't disappointed; not only did Mr. Qin have a portrait, but there were actually several, ranging from his youth to middle age.
Li Qingmu compared a portrait of Mr. Qin as a young man, and his pupils slightly constricted!
The young Mr. Qin's appearance was seven-tenths similar to that boy!
No doubt, that boy is Mr. Qin's youngest son!
Li Qingmu closed the scroll, concealed the shock in his eyes, and said calmly, "Elder Qin, bring out all the wines stored in the cellar."
Elder Qin didn't ask Li Qingmu what he needed them for, he went directly to fetch them.
Once a person dies, everything is extinguished like a lamp; keeping these things doesn't serve any purpose. Since the young master wants them, he'll give them.
