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Jun Moqing pressed, "And then?"

"At the time, I was seriously injured and had difficulty moving. Little Ninth and the man in black disappeared, and the Third Prince... he..."

"He said that as long as I forgot Little Ninth, he would go save Little Ninth."

Jun Moqing asked coldly, "Did you lose your memory because of Ye Suhuan?"

Xiao Jinyan nodded, "Yes, I wouldn’t dare deceive the National Master."

Xiao Jinyan now often recalls that scene. His heart was in turmoil, but he couldn’t do anything.

At that time, Ye Suhuan used Little Ninth’s life to threaten him. He had no choice but to compromise.

Yet, Ye Suhuan still did not keep his promise and save Little Ninth.

Jun Moqing’s eyes darkened with coldness. Could the person who laid hands on Little Ninth, skilled in kung fu, be him?

"I understand," said Jun Moqing.

With that, Jun Moqing left, walking away with steady steps.

Xiao Jinyan originally wanted to ask about Little Ninth, but the National Master didn’t give him the chance to speak.

The National Master believes that Shen Chuwei is Feng Wuyou, and there must be a reason for his certainty, otherwise he wouldn’t be so sure Shen Chuwei is his daughter Little Ninth.

Xiao Jinyan looked at Wuyou Palace, which felt familiar. Little Ninth used to take him here to play; in the blink of an eye, so many years had passed.

"Xiao Jinyan."

Hearing his name, Xiao Jinyan turned his head to see a man wearing a silver mask approaching him—it was also the Third Prince, Ye Suhuan.

"Third Prince, it’s been a long time."

Ye Suhuan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, sensing that Xiao Jinyan in front of him had changed, his tone different from before.

"Have you regained your memory?"

Xiao Jinyan did not hide it, "It was Little Ninth who asked the National Master to help me regain my memory."

He paused, then accused Ye Suhuan coldly, "You said that as long as I chose to forget Little Ninth voluntarily, you would save her. So what happened? Did you do it?"

Ye Suhuan guessed it must have been his master who restored his memory; only his master had that ability.

"I keep my promises. Even without you, I would have risked everything to save Little Ninth," Ye Suhuan retorted.

Filled with hatred, Xiao Jinyan’s eyes grew icy, "If so, why did you threaten me to forget Little Ninth?"

Ye Suhuan sneered, "You were the one begging me for a favor. Isn’t it only fitting that I seek compensation?"

Xiao Jinyan clenched his fists. The situation was dire back then; he didn’t have the luxury of overthinking when seeking the help of Ye Suhuan, who normally didn’t show him any regard.

Although he knew Ye Suhuan would attempt to save Little Ninth, he didn’t dare gamble with her life.

When he decided to forget her, he was in agony. He promised to return to her, to take her to enjoy all the delicacies of Daxia.

But he had broken his word.

With eyes reddened, he glared at Ye Suhuan, "In Nanzhao Country, I never wronged you, yet to eliminate me, you personally went to Mobei. Crippling my legs and taking my eyes was not enough for you, you even wanted to gouge out the scar on my chest. How much do you hate me?"

As he fell off the cliff, his consciousness was already blurring, and he thought he’d die at the bottom.

In his mind flashed images of Little Ninth. Having been apart for months, he promised to return safely, but now, he was about to break that promise.

Ye Suhuan did not deny that all this was his doing and had ample reasons for it.

"If you are to blame anyone, blame yourself for getting close to Little Ninth, for falling in love with her," Ye Suhuan said.

Xiao Jinyan drew his soft sword from his waist and aimed it at Ye Suhuan, "Because of you, Little Ninth left the Imperial Palace to look for me and suffered so much along the way. It’s time to settle this debt."

Ye Suhuan laughed coldly, "You’ve been in Nanzhao Country for years. We’ve never had the chance to spar. Today, let’s see who is the better fighter."

The two of them started fighting as soon as they stopped talking.

The liger heard the commotion and ran over with a "roar," only to see two figures inseparable in combat.

Caiyu flapped its wings excitedly as if watching a spectacle, observing the two figures tumbling about in a fierce battle.

"Go for it, go for it..."

Caiyu was a parrot that had learned quite a bit of human speech. Cheering others on was its specialty, and it especially liked to shout these two words.

Shen Chuwei was not sleeping soundly at noon and found Caiyu’s noise as annoying as the buzzing of a fly.

She rubbed her eyes and sleepily lifted her head to look outside the window, where the calls became even clearer.

"Go for it, go for it, how amazing, here’s a lollipop as a reward..."

"Where’s that kid from?"

Shen Chuwei threw back the covers, got dressed, and stepped outside, pulling open the door. It was already dusk.

When she saw Caiyu perched atop the liger’s forehead, she realized that the child-like shouting had indeed come from Caiyu’s beak.