Leng Weiran suddenly turned his face, staring straight at Leng Yirou as if trying to find something on her face.
Even though Leng Yirou was accustomed to her father’s gaze, the look in his eyes at this moment didn’t seem to suggest he agreed with her opinion.
“Dad…” She awkwardly clasped her hands together, subtly smoothing her long hair. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m just curious. When I wasn’t around, how exactly did you treat her?” He usually couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to his second daughter, but that didn’t mean he was blind. When he had just returned, his second daughter had clearly implied that her disappearance that night was related to Leng Yirou.
“Don’t listen to her nonsense. She’s just venting her anger and blaming others.” Leng Yirou’s face turned pale, but she didn’t dare raise her voice, only cautiously trying to persuade him. “But I really feel like she’s different since she came back this time. She never dared to raise her voice at home before. Besides, there’s also the matter of the Marshal…”
Her voice grew softer and softer as she spoke. After all, how could she say that her younger sister had just scolded their father as if he were a child? Couldn’t he see that?
“Do you know where she’s been all this time?” Leng Weiran stared at her coldly, as if he had never cherished this daughter, and suddenly let out a mocking laugh.
“How would I know?” Leng Yirou forced herself to meet her father’s gaze. Over the years, she had always understood one thing—when lying, never show guilt. Otherwise, before others even find evidence, they’ll already be convinced you’re lying.
“What do you think about the injury on her waist?” Leng Weiran noticed that although his daughter’s eyes were on him, her gaze was drifting. He sneered. After all, she was still too inexperienced. He had spent so much effort and resources to elevate her, even creating momentum for her outside. But now, it seemed all he had raised was someone with such limited vision. She didn’t even understand the importance of recognising the situation, yet she was skilled at overcomplicating things.
“I heard she ran into some thugs outside…” Leng Yirou bit her lower lip. Although her intelligence wasn’t something to boast about, she could still pick up on subtle cues. Her father’s mouth was clearly downturned, indicating he had no patience for her excuses.
“You and your sister are both my daughters. Back when you were born in the oasis, you were almost taken by wolves. Do you know why I was still able to find you?” Leng Weiran suddenly interrupted her, his icy gaze piercing into her.
“Because… because we have birthmarks.” Leng Yirou wished she could slap herself. She no longer dared to look her father in the eye, instead lowering her gaze to her knees.
On the inside of her thigh was a faint red mark, something she had been born with. Because she always wore long robes, it had never been discovered by outsiders. As for her younger sister, Leng Yiyao, her birthmark was even more hidden.
Located an inch inward from her waist, the birthmark was small.
That tiny red mole, like a speck of cinnabar on snow-white skin, was something only the family could know about.
“Do you think she called the family doctor over just to change her bandages?” In the past, he had thought his younger daughter was aimless, nothing compared to her older sister. But now, he realised that the older sister didn’t even have the most basic observational skills. With such a lack of awareness, even if she married into a prestigious family, she wouldn’t last long before being played to death.
Leng Yirou suddenly shivered, recalling how Leng Yiyao had deliberately lifted the hem of her robe in front of the family doctor, letting everyone see the wound. A chill ran through her heart.
Just below the bandaged wound, that tiny red mole was clearly visible.
If a face could be disguised, how could a hidden birthmark be explained…
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