"Okay." Concubine Tong said, "Xuan'er, go to Anxi Palace and find the purse that Qiu Ya showed me inside the cotton pillow. Give it to Chang'an. There's jasmine in that purse, which can calm the mind and help with sleep, so I put it inside."
The two went to Anxi Palace together, then left the palace and headed towards the general's mansion.
In the carriage, Chang'an just concentrated on looking at the purse in her hand. She knew very well that this purse must be special.
Bei Mingxuan also noticed it, "Why don't you speak?"
"I don't know what to say."
Bei Mingxuan looked at Chang'an with a slight smile, "Is there anything different about this purse?"
"Looks ordinary." Chang An blurted out, then suddenly realized that Bei Mingxuan had something else in mind. He looked up at him and asked, "Why do you say that?"
"If it's really as you said in the letter, just to leave a memory for your daughter, why would you specifically write it in the letter?" Bei Mingxuan confirmed, "I remember that when Princess Ya first found out she was pregnant, she started making some small clothes and shoes for you, both for boys and girls."
Chang'an remained silent. Bei Mingxuan continued, "The letter mentions this. If it were someone else, they wouldn't find it strange. But you and I both know how illogical it is to leave the purse to your daughter. In fact, you also have doubts."
"Even if I doubt it, I don't know what I should doubt." Chang'an smiled lightly, "Do you have any plans to take your mother out of the palace to live with you?"
"It doesn't make sense."
"Reason?" Chang'an smiled. "Does your Bei Mingxuan still care about etiquette? But she probably won't leave the palace."
"Mother still cares about Father in her heart. As you said, hatred comes from love after all."
"No." Chang'an denied, "The reason she didn't leave the palace wasn't hatred. She no longer cared about the emperor. Without love or hatred, she was like a stranger."
"That's just your understanding." Bei Mingxuan didn't think Chang'an was right.
"I used to think that Mother no longer cared about Father. Sometimes I would secretly go to Anxi Palace to see her and find her very quiet. I actually saw in her a picture of a peaceful and tranquil life.
But just now in Fushou Palace, although the words that Mother said were meant for Father to hear, the hatred in her heart was also real.
"Why don't you think that maybe your mother said that to the emperor on purpose for your sake?" Chang'an curled his lips.
"You are not a woman, so you don't understand that when a woman is truly filled with hatred, she can be resurrected from the dead.
The resentment in one's heart can destroy the world. Even if it means burning oneself, one must grind the person one hates into ashes.
Furthermore, people who truly harbor hatred will disguise themselves and then wait for an opportunity to retaliate, but your mother is not like that. She just makes it appear that she harbors hatred.
So, she just wanted to make your father feel guilty, to make him feel indebted to you and your son, and then compensate you. After all, the current emperor is not a cruel person, and your mother knows this very well."
Bei Mingxuan stared at Chang'an for a long time, unable to utter a word. He had never expected a thirteen-year-old girl to be able to see things so clearly. Her mindset was not like that of a thirteen-year-old at all. "You were with my father. Did he give you any trouble?"
"No. He? He is also a conflicted person, and he has tested me many times in his words." Chang'an told Bei Mingxuan all the emperor's tests.
"This is actually a happy event. At least Father no longer doubts you. He might even like you even more in the future."
The carriage stopped and we arrived at the general's mansion.
"Chang'an, I want to... arrange for the old man who makes red date cakes to live in my house. You will be living in my house anyway. What do you think?"
"Whatever." Chang'an waved his hand indifferently, got off the carriage, and walked towards the general without even looking back.
Bei Mingxuan, who was sitting in the car, looked at Chang'an's figure and said to himself, "This girl left so decisively."
When Gu Changan reached the gate of his courtyard, he saw General Gu Xiong about to knock on the door. "Grandpa?"
Gu Xiong turned around and asked, "You went out?"
"Grandpa, don't you know?" Chang'an asked. "On my way out, I happened to run into the housekeeper. I thought he would tell you."
"Oh, I did." Gu Xiong laughed and patted his forehead. "When you get old, you can't remember things."
Changan didn't expose him, "Grandpa, is there anything wrong?"
"It's nothing serious, I just wanted to talk to you." General Gu Xiong smiled, "Grandpa has been wanting to chat with you for a few days, but the time is never right. So today I came specifically to meet my granddaughter."
"Specially? An encounter?" Chang'an smiled. "Chang'an, I didn't know Grandpa had such an interesting side. Do you usually get along with Big Brother, Big Sister, and Shirou like this? In Chang'an's eyes, Grandpa has always been a strict and serious person."
"..." The old general didn't know what to say for a moment. His face was full of majesty again. "Won't you invite me into your yard?"
"Grandpa, please!" Chang'an walked in front, thinking to himself that in his previous life, everyone avoided him as much as possible, but in this life, they actually found ways to chat with him.
Wanxin made tea and said, "Aunt, I want to talk to Grandpa. Go tell my dad that I'm back."
Gu Xiong kept looking at Chang'an. "You seem like a very gentle child, but you were so sharp that day. Have you visited your aunt recently?"
Changan knew that his grandfather was referring to the day when he injured Qin's mother and daughter and severed Shirong's finger. "Gentleness is my nature, and if nothing unexpected happens, Changan intends to remain gentle forever. Unfortunately, the wind will not stop even if the tree wants to stop. I believe that grandfather understands this."
"Yes." Xiong Feng smiled at Chang An, "Comparatively, Grandpa hopes that you can be more sharp like that day.
You don't know that Grandpa actually saw in you that day the passion of fighting on the battlefield, and that unreasonable look, it felt like I was when I was a child."
"..." Chang'an blinked, "Your blood is boiling? Grandpa, you are so old now. Chang'an thinks that you should live a more peaceful life."
"Yes, I'm old now, and I really should be more peaceful." The old general sighed, "When I think about it carefully, Grandpa is really not as good as your father. He has raised his daughter so well without saying a word for so many years. Especially your martial arts, I believe your father must have put a lot of effort into it."
Changan thought to himself, after all this time, it turned out to be about 'martial arts'. "Grandpa, you are wrong. Don't you know that my father has lost all his internal energy and his martial arts are useless? Changan's martial arts were not taught by my father."
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