Given her past experiences, every child should be exceptional, possessing extraordinary talent.
But Beichen is especially different.
He didn't seem to have any extraordinary talents; he was a step slower than ordinary children in speaking, walking, reading, and writing.
She also tried to get Beichen to appreciate art, such as painting, wood carving, and musical instruments, but he showed no interest in any of them.
The only thing that reassured her was Bei Chen's unusual quietness and obedience.
He didn't like to cry or make a fuss. Even if he had any illness or pain, he would just blink his big, pure black eyes and tell Gu Jiangli and the emperor directly.
He didn't cry or make a fuss, which made him even more endearing.
Those pure black pupils were entirely inherited from his father, the emperor.
They seem to have the ability to see through people's hearts at a glance.
Apart from that, she couldn't find any other extraordinary talents in Beichen.
Gu Jiangli gradually accepted the child's ordinariness. She thought that perhaps it was because she had a fight with the system that the system took away the talent that originally belonged to Beichen.
An ordinary emperor is fine too; there have been quite a few mediocre emperors throughout history.
Not every emperor can become a great emperor throughout history.
It would be great if Beichen could grow up healthy.
She had already comforted herself with this thought, but one day, she found Beichen's small body lying on the table, holding a calligraphy brush and writing something.
When she walked in, she found that Bei Chen's face was covered in black ink.
The white rice paper was covered with dense lines that she couldn't understand.
Some of these lines are straight, and some are curved, seemingly forming a pattern, but the pattern is completely devoid of any aesthetic appeal.
"Chen'er, what is this?" Gu Jiangli asked with great interest.
Bei Chen wiped the ink off his face with his sleeve. His face was smeared with ink, but he looked innocent and naive. His big eyes blinked, a hint of self-doubt in them, and he said:
"Is my drawing so bad? This is a map of the palace."
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