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Beneath the window, in front of the dressing table, Xie Yuan knelt sideways.
Two figures were reflected in the bronze mirror.
Xie Yuan closed his eyes and slightly raised his chin;
Helian Jue then took an eyebrow pencil, dipped it in bright red cinnabar, and began to draw on Xie Yuanjie's fair forehead.
With a light stroke, a petal was drawn.
With a slight turn of the wrist, another petal appeared.
This time, Helian Jue did not give Xie Yuanhua a peony, but instead used an eight-petaled lotus flower pattern.
The peony flower symbolizes wealth and good fortune.
Helian Jue's feelings were expressed through this floral hairpin.
"So beautiful! Ah Xi, you draw so well."
Xie Yuan looked at himself in the bronze mirror and praised himself sincerely.
Helian Jue curled his lips. His calligraphy and painting were both superb, so how could a small flower ornament possibly stump him?
"Ah Yuan, you are even more beautiful!"
The woman is beautiful and charming; she truly deserves to be Helian Jue's wife.
However, Helian Jue seemed to remember something, and his smile faded slightly.
Xie Yuan keenly noticed the change in his emotions and asked with concern, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"
"You learned to draw floral patterns back then, it wasn't entirely for aesthetic reasons, right?"
Although Helian Jue was very dissatisfied with the Xie family's decision to change brides at that time.
But he wasn't one to take his anger out on Xie Yuan; he hadn't vented his anger on Xie Yuan then, and he certainly wouldn't now.
Helian Jue saw some of these situations and remembered them.
He clearly remembered that on the second day of their marriage, Xie Yuan washed off the floral decorations, but there was still redness and swelling on her forehead.
She's injured!
That's why I had to use floral decorations to cover it up!
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