Chapter 955: 553 Does It Look Like Me?

553 Does It Look Like Me?

He knows! He already knows!

Although she already had some premonition in her heart, after hearing Andre casually state the truth she had been trying to hide, Atifi 00 still couldn't help but tremble all over.

Looking at Prince Andre, who was devoted to drawing oil paintings and didn't even look at her, Atifi 00 was silent for a while, then suppressed her fiercely beating heart and asked as calmly as possible:

"The matter of that year... when did you know?"

Hearing Atifi 00's inquiry, the brush in Prince Andre's hand couldn't help but stumble, and a mixed-color stain was placed on the hem of Atifi 00's dress in the oil painting.

"Not early, not late, just after I killed my father."

Picking up the scraper beside him, scraping off the mixed-color stain on the hem of Atifi 00's dress, Prince Andre, while dipping in paint to repaint, said with some loneliness:

"Like you said before, my 'talent' is not inferior to Feiliya's, but unlike her, my talent is in art. And to put it bluntly, art is nothing more than better insight and a heart far more sensitive than ordinary people's.

When Father finished listening to the reason I took action against him, there was no anger or hatred toward me on his face, but instead full of sorrow and self-blame. I already knew that the truth of that year must not be what I thought."

After repairing the previous slip of the pen, looking at the heroic middle-aged man with a serious face in the center of the painting, Prince Andre couldn't help but reach out and touch the face of King Emperor Fei En in the painting, then lowered his eyebrows and said:

"A person who would sacrifice his daughter for power, even violating the instinct of parents to dedicate themselves to their children, must be extremely selfish. Such a person, even if wrong, would only try to shirk responsibility and try to blame others. It wouldn't be his performance like that.

Unfortunately, because of what happened that year, every time I saw Father these years, my brain was full of Feiliya's face, who kept crying and asking how long the surgery would take, and couldn't hold any extra thoughts.

And by the time I discovered all this and understood that things were not what I thought, and that Father and Mother seemed to have their own difficulties, my hands were already stained with blood, and I no longer had the qualifications to turn back... Aunt Atifi."

Speaking of this, Prince Andre suddenly raised his head, called Atifi 00, and asked gently:

"My painting of you is already finished. Come and see if it looks like you?"

"I'd better not go over..."

Looking at Andre's increasingly gentle face, a certain instinct to avoid danger, which had not been completely lost even after being converted into a smart machine core, began to warn Atifi 00 frantically again.

Facing Prince Andre's invitation, she shook her head without hesitation:

"I have seen your level of painting. Even if I don't look, I know it must be exactly the same as me."

"You'd better come and see."

Two gem scepters, one long and one short, appeared in Andre's hands at some point. After smiling at Atifi 00, whose expression suddenly tightened, Prince Andre said with a smile:

"Aunt Atifi, you wouldn't want to be forcibly shut down by me just because of such a trivial matter as looking at my painting, right?"

"..."

Although the instinct in her heart kept warning her, facing the threat of being completely shut down, Atifi 00 gritted her teeth, walked over, stood beside Prince Andre, and looked at the somewhat old canvas on the easel.

This canvas depicted the scene of a royal banquet from many years ago.

In that garden behind the palace that had been abandoned for many years, one after another royal family members who looked quite familiar were sitting on the ground surrounding King Emperor Fei En and his wife and two adult princes on the open platform at the back.

And on the green lawn in front, more than a dozen children who had not yet reached adulthood were chasing and fighting together, scrambling for a golden ball covered with colorful paintings. The child who was the leader looked like the young Andre.

Looking at this joyful and peaceful painting, and herself, who was holding a large brain model in the corner of the picture, measuring and testing, and still copying something in her hand, Atifi 00's heart couldn't help but settle down, then she said with nostalgia:

"Is this the time when Emperor Fei En invited his clansmen and his friends to bring their children to the palace for a banquet on Feiliya's first birthday?"

"Hmm."

After looking at the pink and tender baby with emerald eyes held in the queen's arms, and then looking at the one who was chasing the ball with his partners, running carefree on the grass, Prince Andre put down the brush and scepter, his eyes full of warmth:

"That was the happiest day of my life. Unfortunately, if time could stop flowing and stay on that day forever, how good would that be... Aunt Atifi, what do you say?"

"..."

Looking at Andre's increasingly gentle expression, Atifi 00 couldn't help but subconsciously hold her breath, then nodded in agreement:

"Those days were indeed not bad, very nostalgic."

"It's really great that you can think so."

After smiling at Atifi 00, Prince Andre grabbed her arm, and then in Atifi's surprised expression, grabbed her hand and pressed it forcefully toward the canvas, pressing it on the 'Atifi' that was not yet dry.

"Aunt Atifi, I hope you have a good time."

"?!!!"

Hearing Prince Andre's strange wish, Atifi couldn't help but be fiercely shocked, but before she could open her mouth to question, the Atifi on the canvas suddenly twisted.

In Atifi's terrified expression, those colorful oil paints actually detached from the old canvas, climbed up along her fingers, and quickly covered her whole body.

She only felt her left hand sink slightly, holding an old brain model, her right fingertip pinching a quill pen, and the world in front of her blurred slightly, and a pair of thick glasses like the bottom of a bottle appeared abruptly yet harmoniously on the bridge of her nose.

"Andre?!!!"

"Don't worry, Aunt Atifi, nothing will happen."

Looking at Atifi, who was covered in colorful oil paints, with her shape, clothing, and facial features constantly approaching the one in his memory, Prince Andre nodded with satisfaction, then responded gently:

"You go over and wait for a while, Feiliya and I will be there later, everyone will not be missing a single person."

"You... you..."

"Look, the banquet has already started."

Pointing to the lively banquet where people were moving, drinking, and talking, Andre said softly:

"Aunt Atifi, Father and the others have been waiting for you for many years. Don't wait any longer, they are waving at you!"

With Andre's words, the last piece of paint covered her, completely covering Atifi 00's terrified face. After she opened her eyes again, the scene in front of her was no longer the original secret room, but changed to the banquet where the host and guests were happy many years ago.

And King Emperor Fei En, who had been dead for many years, was frowning at her, who was holding the brain model and notebook, with ink and coffee stains on her cuffs, showing a helpless and doting expression.

"Atifi!"

After calling out, King Emperor Fei En, who was sitting on the ground, beckoned to her, and complained helplessly:

"Can't you occasionally put down those studies? Even bringing them when attending Big Brother's banquet?"

"..."

Looking at his sister who was standing there blankly, King Emperor Fei En frowned in confusion.

"What's wrong? Why don't you speak?"

"I... I am very busy! The development of Soul Encoding has reached a critical moment. If you hadn't insisted on dragging me, I wouldn't have come!"

After a few seconds of lag, a helpless expression of the same style appeared on Atifi 00's face, complaining with a headache:

"Just this once, don't call me next time!" ===== CHAPTER 956 =====