A hint of surprise flashed in Bei Mingxuan's eyes. Ever since he met Chang'an that night, he never believed that Chang'an had really been wronged in the General's Mansion. However, listening to her words now, it seemed to be true. "With your ability, you shouldn't be as wronged as people seem to think. At least I don't think so."
"In this world, the most deceptive thing is what we see with our eyes," Chang'an said. "Perhaps you should think about this: if it weren't for the grievances you suffered in the past, why would you target Gu Shijia today?"
"Are you hating Gu Shijia for taking Bei Mingye away? But the one who is going to marry Bei Mingye now is your cousin Gu Shirou. It's a pity that her face has been ruined by Gu Shijia."
Chang'an was a little surprised when she heard what Bei Mingxuan blurted out, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that it was not ruled out.
Teaching Gu Shijia a lesson was ultimately out of hatred, but Changan didn't want this hatred to be connected to Bei Mingye anymore.
Chang'an felt sick whenever she thought of Bei Ming Ye. She hated this man from the bottom of her heart.
"No." Chang An understood that many things were inconvenient to explain so clearly, "I treated Gu Shijia so badly today only because I didn't want to endure it any longer.
As for Bei Ming Ye, if he is sincere, no one can snatch him away. These two people and two things can be completely separated."
Bei Mingxuan didn't say anything. "Regarding General Gu, if the Empress Dowager and the Emperor asked about your martial arts today, you can't just say that your mother's ghost taught you, right?"
"Why not? That's how it is." Chang'an said casually.
After she finished speaking, she looked at Bei Mingxuan's face and laughed, "I say, Bei Mingxuan, you don't really believe that my father raised you to be a waste, do you?"
“…”Yes, Bei Mingxuan never believed that Gu Qingfeng would let his only bloodline become a waste.
He smiled silently and took out a small, snow-white porcelain bottle from his body. "That whip was soaked in bone-eroding powder. Your wounds will be difficult to heal with ordinary medicine."
"I've already applied the medicine. Thank you, the bottle is beautiful." Chang'an took the porcelain bottle and inadvertently saw Bei Mingxuan. On the tip of his right index finger was a golden lotus flower, about to bloom. "This is... Bei Mingxuan didn't expect you to have this hobby?"
"Hobby?" Bei Mingxuan didn't understand what Chang'an meant. He stretched out his finger and looked at it. "What do you mean?"
"Historically, only women have painted and applied tattoos on their bodies." Chang An looked at the golden lotus on Bei Mingxuan's finger. "I didn't expect you like it too. I'm really curious."
Bei Mingxuan curled the corners of his lips. He didn't explain too much, "It's congenital, a birthmark."
"Birthmark?" Chang'an was even more curious. She looked at it carefully. "It's rare to see a birthmark on the fingertip. And it's in the shape of a lotus. It looks so lifelike. I thought you had someone draw it on purpose."
"Do you have rouge?" Bei Mingxuan suddenly asked.
Changan didn't know what he was going to do, "I never use rouge."
Bei Mingxuan glanced at Changan and said directly, "Didn't Bei Mingye bring a box of high-quality lip powder when he came here some time ago?"
Chang'an was stunned. She had forgotten about this matter a long time ago.
It turned out that Bei Mingxuan had seen everything at that time. "Tell me, when did you get here that day? Was it really just a coincidence? Or did you get some news?"
Bei Mingxuan didn't answer Chang'an's question, "Go and get that lip powder."
His avoidance made Chang'an even more certain that Bei Mingxuan must know something, which was why he came to his courtyard that night.
But in her previous life, she lost her virginity to the Fourth Prince Bei Ming Ye. Did Bei Ming Xuan also see it?
"Don't overthink it, you can't guess it." Bei Mingxuan said deliberately, "Maybe... that day was really just a coincidence."
Chang'an didn't believe it, but she couldn't say why. She took out the lip powder that the Fourth Prince brought and placed it in front of Bei Mingxuan.
"The smallest pen, water, and paper." Bei Mingxuan ordered, "Bring them all here."
Changan did as he said and prepared everything.
Bei Mingxuan mixed lip powder and water, then dipped a pen in paint, painted a light layer of color on the birthmark on her fingertips, and then pressed it on the paper.
Such a lotus appeared, very beautiful. Just as Chang'an said, this birthmark did not look like a birthmark at all. The appearance of this lotus was just like a real water lotus growing on the hand.
"So beautiful." Chang'an was surprised. She looked at the lotus carefully and suddenly felt that it was very familiar. She couldn't remember where she had seen it before, but it was definitely not here with Bei Mingxuan. "I think I have seen the same one, but it's not a birthmark."
A hint of surprise flashed across Bei Mingxuan's eyes. He looked at Chang'an, trying hard to suppress the strange feeling in his heart, and said calmly,
"Exactly the same? Gu Changan, how can there be exactly the same person in this world? Even twins born from the same mother will be different if you look closely."
"You don't believe it?" Chang'an said confidently, "It's true. Although I can't remember where I've seen it before, the golden lotus in your hand is different from other lotuses in one way."
Chang'an pointed out the difference of the lotus and said, "Look, although this lotus is in bud, you can see the pistil through its petals."
"This is a birthmark, not a flower or a painting." Bei Mingxuan corrected.
"So," Chang'an continued, "that's what's so strange about this. In normal paintings, you wouldn't see the stamens when the flower is about to bloom, right?
And I really remember seeing a lotus with the same birthmark as yours somewhere.
The same buds, the same posture, with the stamens faintly visible, are very special, isn't this painting? Unless the painting was created to imitate your birthmark, or is it just a coincidence?
Bei Mingxuan was silent at this moment. He didn't say anything. The thumb and index finger of his right hand rubbed each other gently. He was thinking... whether he wanted to tell Chang'an the truth.
For a long while, Chang'an didn't know what Bei Mingxuan was thinking, but he could see that he was worried.
Chang'an knew that he and Bei Mingxuan were not close friends, so he didn't ask or disturb him, and let Bei Mingxuan sit there in a daze.
It was not until sunset that Bei Mingxuan came out of Chang'an's room, but Chang'an had already left the room while he was in a daze.
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