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Ye Suhuan snorted coldly, obviously disbelieving.

Feng Wuyou didn’t want the two to be always at loggerheads, so he simply changed the subject, "Third brother, where have you been all these years?"

Ye Suhuan said, "After you disappeared, I never returned to the Imperial Palace, and searched everywhere for you."

Feng Wuyou looked up at Jun Wuxian, "Big brother has also been looking for me."

Jun Wuxian nodded, "Yes, after you disappeared, father left the capital city. He wouldn’t tell me why, so I had no choice but to search for you myself. However, I could tell from father’s attitude that you had only gone missing."

When mentioning their father, Feng Wuyou’s lips curled up in admiration, "Father is the most amazing."

Suddenly recalling something, she glanced left and right, disappointed not to see her dashing father.

"By the way, where is father? He’s not with me at such an important moment when I’ve recovered my memory."

Jun Wuxian said, "Father should be taking a bath."

"Then I will wait for him to finish his bath before I go to find him." Feng Wuyou, having been separated from her father for so many years, really missed him terribly.

She looked up at Xiao Jinyan, Jun Wuxian, and Ye Suhuan in front of her, marveled at how quickly time had passed. The boys from the past had shed their youthful naivete and become grown men.

At last, her gaze settled on Xiao Jinyan, who no longer had the air of a sixteen-year-old boy; his features had become even more handsome, more mature.

Feng Wuyou stared a bit too long, prompting Xiao Jinyan to ask, "What are you looking at?"

Feng Wuyou bent her eyes into a smile, "Nothing at all."

Xiao Jinyan smiled and said, "You’ve just recovered your memory, you must be tired. You should rest for a while."

"Wait a minute, I want to see father first, then sleep." Feng Wuyou was too excited and even if she was tired, she wanted to see her father first. She got out of bed, put on her shoes, and walked out with light steps.

Xiao Jinyan watched as Xiao Jiu left the Study Room, his gaze turning to Ye Suhuan, who was also looking at him.

Jun Wuxian, seeing his sister had recovered her memory, planned to talk to Qingqing.

Only Xiao Jinyan and Ye Suhuan were left in the Study Room.

The two exchanged glances, with Xiao Jinyan speaking first, "You’ve disguised yourself well."

Ye Suhuan’s voice was cold, "I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

Xiao Jinyan looked at Ye Suhuan, who showed no reaction, and although puzzled, he didn’t continue and left with his doubts.

With a cold face, Ye Suhan also followed him out.

At this time, in the Bedchamber,

Feng Wuyou had made her way to the Bedchamber. Despite a ten-year separation, she was still familiar with her childhood home.

She made her way to her father’s Bedchamber, where she saw the door open. Leaning on the doorframe, she peered inside and saw a tall figure standing in front of the desk, wearing a blue and white wide-sleeved robe—father’s most commonly worn colors.

"Father." Feng Wuyou stepped in cheerfully.

Jun Moqing looked up to see his daughter approaching, his eyes smiling, "You’ve just recovered your memory, why aren’t you resting properly?"

"I came to see father." Feng Wuyou walked over to Jun Moqing with a smile, curiously looking at two paintings in front of him, noticing that both were done by her.

One was a recent sketch she had made, and the other was from when she was eight, drawn with the pencils father had given her. It was also a birthday gift for him.

She looked up at her father with a smile, "Father, you’ve kept these paintings?"

Jun Moqing said, "Of course, gifts from my daughter are naturally to be kept."

Feng Wuyou recalled many childhood memories; her father had never been angry with her, no matter what she did or what trouble she caused, he always spoke to her with a good temper.

When she threw tantrums, father would indulge her and fulfill all her requests.

When she fancied eating with her hands, and after grabbing pastries, she’d tug at father’s sleeve, and when she cried, she would cling to his leg, smearing snot and tears everywhere.

The always neat and tidy father never once despised her for dirtying his clothes.

As far as she could remember, it was always just her and father, who’d put her to sleep, tell her stories, and offer all kinds of delicious treats.

The downside was, father couldn’t cook. He often talked about delicious food she couldn’t taste, which would leave her wide awake and craving.

She reached out and hugged her father, "Father, I’ve grown up."

Jun Moqing assessed his daughter, and no matter how many times he saw her or how much she grew, in his eyes, she was still a child.

"Yes, indeed you have grown up, and you’re more sensible than before."

Feng Wuyou said cheerfully, "I can take care of father now."

Jun Moqing said, "You speak as if I’ve already grown old."