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For a moment, the room was as quiet as death itself.

Shen Chuwei was also stunned. She hadn’t intended to tear his clothes, just to pull them apart a little to take a look.

It was all her fault for not controlling her strength, and now she had completely ruined someone else’s clothes. If the other person weren’t Xiao Jinyan, would he think she was a female hooligan?

But now she had no time to think about these things. She was staring at the man’s chest, the fairness of his skin not in the least inferior to that of a woman’s, except for the bandages wrapped around his chest as well.

Could it be a sword wound?

After being startled for a few seconds, the man awkwardly tried to pull together the lapels of his clothes. Since he couldn’t see, a few pulls still left his fair chest visible.

He pushed her hand away and asked in a deep voice, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

Shen Chuwei pointed to his chest and asked him, "How did you get hurt here?"

The man said in a deep voice, "What does that have to do with you?"

Shen Chuwei looked at the position of his heart. It was a vulnerable spot. Whether it be a fist or a blade, it was easy to injure the heart and prove fatal.

Eyes, legs, chest, all injured—it suggested that he had been through a life-or-death struggle. The adversary, then, must have been after his life.

"It must hurt a lot."

At her words, the man faltered.

Shen Chuwei then said, "If I had been there at the time, I could have helped you lessen a lot of pain."

She looked up at the man, saw that he was pressing his lips together without speaking, and couldn’t help but feel worried. "Why aren’t you speaking? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

The man asked, "Why did you tear my clothes?"

Shen Chuwei explained, "My husband has a scar on his chest. He said it’s been there for many years."

The man continued to ask, "And now?"

"Your chest wound naturally can’t serve as proof." Shen Chuwei paused, then continued, "But I believe that you are Xiao Jinyan, my husband."

The man was about to say whether she could give up already when he heard her last sentence, and his brows tightly furrowed. "I am not."

Shen Chuwei put down the medicine box and sat down beside the bed. She couldn’t help asking, "Why don’t you believe what I’m saying? Do I have to mention the mole on your thigh for you to believe?"

"..." The man, whether out of anger or embarrassment, turned red to the tips of his ears. His long fingers pointed towards the door, "Get out."

Shen Chuwei didn’t move from her seat. How could she leave without clearing things up?

"You must at least tell me why you don’t think you are Xiao Jinyan. If you are not Xiao Jinyan, then who could you be?"

The man said coldly, "Who I am is none of your concern. What you need to do is heal my eyes and legs."

Shen Chuwei stared at the man for a while. She always felt Xiao Jinyan’s situation was more than just amnesia. If it were amnesia, he wouldn’t react like this.

It couldn’t be some kind of spell, but he didn’t seem like he was under a spell, either!

"I will definitely heal your eyes and legs, and I will also prove that you are my husband."

The man had no desire to argue with her. Right now, he was completely exhausted and just wanted to rest well.

Shen Chuwei bent over to pick up the medicine box, stood up, and walked out, but after a few steps she returned to the bedside, looking at the man lying there motionless.

"To forget even your own wife, I’m starting to doubt how much I really matter to you."

After saying that, Shen Chuwei turned and strode out, making sure to close the door behind her.

On her way back, Shen Chuwei walked somewhat absentmindedly.

Qin Xiao emerged from the shadows, following her at an unhurried pace.

When they reached the guest room, Shen Chuwei turned back to look at Qin Xiao, "I think I might have found His Highness."

Qin Xiao’s face lit up with joy, "Where is the Master?"

Shen Chuwei said, "The room I just entered. He has been seriously injured, and moreover, he doesn’t remember me. He also doesn’t believe he is Xiao Jinyan."

The smile that had just appeared on Qin Xiao’s face froze, "Has the Master lost his memory?"

Shen Chuwei shook her head, "It doesn’t seem like it. I asked him, and he was willing to answer."

"I’ll go find the Master," Qin Xiao said as he turned to leave, but Shen Chuwei called him back, "This is someone else’s domain. Nothing is clear, and rushing to find him might lead to trouble."

Qin Xiao paused in his tracks, realizing that indeed he knew nothing, and if he were to find the Master just like that, his own life might be at risk, but worse, it could implicate the Master and the Crown Princess.

He turned around and gave a respectful bow with his fists, "Your subordinate understands."

Shen Chuwei said, "Let’s rest for now. After all, he can’t run away for the moment. We’ll take our time."

Qin Xiao nodded in agreement.

Shen Chuwei picked up Xuetuan and returned to the guest room. After closing the door, she lay back on the bed. Xuetuan stared at her from the edge of the pillow.

She looked at Xuetuan and pinched its chubby paw, "What exactly has happened to Xiao Jinyan?"