Chapter 155: Nameless Identity

Shen Yue took a moment to react before she understood what he meant.

"So this is what you call following destiny? You haven't shown up all these years because you already knew that this cold poison wouldn't kill Heng Heng, right?"

Zhou Dian raised his chin and snorted proudly, "What else, Master, do you think I'm really the kind of person who would watch someone die without helping them?"

"...Okay, I was wrong about you. I'm sorry, old man."

Shen Yue pulled his sleeve and shook it, and Zhou Dian secretly raised the corner of his lips.

"As disciples, we naturally won't argue with our master. Let's go and have dinner!"

"Okay!"

Wuming had already prepared breakfast. In addition to chicken porridge, there were also two trays of steamed buns, a plate of side dishes and a bowl of angelica blood-replenishing soup.

Seeing Shen Yue sitting at the table, he calmly served her porridge and pushed the blood-replenishing soup in front of her.

"Master, please use it."

"Thanks."

Shen Yue smiled and thanked her, but Wuming ignored her, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating slowly.

"Well, that's just his temper, don't blame me, Master!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was awkward, Zhou Dian came over to smooth things over, but Shen Yue just smiled indifferently.

The other person cured Xiao Yuheng and cooked and made soup for her. She was so grateful that she didn't dare to blame him.

Wuming ignored her, so she started chatting with Zhou Dian about family matters.

"This little courtyard is really nice. Far away from the hustle and bustle, facing the clear water and enjoying the fresh breeze, beside the peach trees and listening to the birds singing, it really is like the paradise described in the books."

"That's right! Otherwise, the Lingyuan Clan wouldn't have chosen to live in seclusion here."

Speaking of this, Zhou Dian had some emotion:

"Back then, my Lingyuan clan, with over 500 households and nearly 2,000 people, lived in seclusion deep in the peach forest, ploughing in spring and harvesting in autumn, self-sufficient and living a truly leisurely life. If that little bastard Rourou hadn't fallen in love with that jerk Pei Ji, the Lingyuan clan wouldn't have faced this hardship!"

As he said this, he became furious and snatched the bun from Wuming and stuffed it into his mouth.

Wuming: "...Master, there's still some in the steamer."

"What's wrong? I want to eat you! Is that not okay? Huh?"

"Okay, okay, okay."

Wuming couldn't afford to offend him, so he simply moved away, picked up another bun and continued eating.

Shen Yue asked cautiously, "So, you weren't there when the imperial court burned down the peach forest?"

"Um."

Zhou Dian chewed his bun and answered vaguely:

"At that time, I left Lingyuan to travel. When I came back, the peach forest had turned into ruins. Over the years, I have been rebuilding the peach forest. When Wuming came, I asked him to plant peach trees with me. Now we have so many trees planted that we can't even count them ourselves."

"So that's how it is." Shen Yue nodded in understanding.

Jiang Rou had been searching for her master for more than twenty years, but she never imagined that he was right under her nose.

Just like Zhou Dian said, if she was willing to go back to Lingyuan once, Xiao Yuheng would not have to suffer so much.

But then again, the peach forest was destroyed because of Jiang Rou. It is understandable that she feels guilty and doesn't want to come back.

What's more, she has been walking on thin ice in the palace for so many years. She has to guard against Emperor Qi Yuan and protect Xiao Yuheng and other clansmen. It is already very difficult. If she insists on coming back, it will only cause more trouble.

"When did Wuming come to Lingyuan? Does he really have no name?"

"this……"

Zhou Dian hesitated and seemed reluctant to answer.

Wuming then took up the conversation:

"Twenty-two years ago, my master found me in a mass grave. I was shot by several arrows at the time, but he thought I was just an unlucky soldier and was going to bring me back and bury me to improve my feng shui. But when he came back, he discovered I was still alive."

"Hehe." Zhou Dian smiled sheepishly, "He's the patient I mentioned whose heart is on the right side."

Shen Yue suddenly realized, "Oh~ So it was because of him that you dug up so many graves! Then why has Wuming stayed in Lingyuan all these years? Doesn't he have any other family?"

"I don't know that either."

Seeing that they had all finished eating, Wuming began to clean up the dishes.

"When I woke up, I had no memory of anything. My master named me Wuming, and I have stayed here ever since."

Amnesia? Interesting.

It was also twenty-two years ago, and she was also shot by arrows. She had the same white hair, the same phoenix eyes, and even the same eye color...

Shen Yue seemed to have discovered something extraordinary!

Seeing that she was lost in thought, as if she had discovered something, Zhou Dian sent Wuming to the lake to wash the dishes. He then quietly stood up and prepared to slip away.

Shen Yue quickly grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him back into his seat.

"The renowned Medicine King Zhou Dian, can't he cure a minor case of amnesia?"

"Hey Master, let go, let go!"

Zhou Dian howled and wailed, his legs kicking restlessly. Seeing that he couldn't break free, he rolled his eyes and said:

"It was Wuming! He insisted on staying to repay his gratitude, and I was just helping him. Is that wrong, huh?"

"Help him? If you want to help him, why don't you cure his amnesia?"

"I……"

"Tell me now, or I'll pull out all your beard!"

"Hey, I say!"

Zhou Dian protected his beard with one hand and his messy bun with the other, fearing that Shen Yue would really pull his white hair.

"I do have selfish motives and want to keep him to take care of me in my old age, but he is also willing to do so, so it can't be considered forced.

I once gave him pills to treat his amnesia, but he refused to take them. That year, I even sent him to the palace to meet that little girl, Rourou, but he ended up chatting with her all night long…"

"So, you knew his identity from the beginning?"

Shen Yue was so surprised that she couldn't help but loosen the strength in her hands.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Zhou Dian dodged her hand, jumped up from the chair, and made a face at her again.

"So what? If Rourou doesn't keep her word, I, an old man, will ask her man to pay her back!"

"You! Do you know how much you've hurt her?"

Shen Yue was so angry that her liver hurt, and she picked up a small stool and was about to smash it at him.

"I'll give you one more chance. Go and cure his amnesia now, or I'll beat you to death!"

"It's useless. He's had amnesia for over twenty years. No pill can cure it!"

As Zhou Dian said this, he ran into the peach forest and disappeared without a trace.

Shen Yue's body had not fully recovered yet. After chasing for a while, she ran out of strength and had to return to the courtyard.

Wuming had already washed the dishes and started to make a fire to boil the medicine.

Shen Yue moved a small stool, sat next to him, and asked, "Don't you want to recover your memory?"

Wuming paused and continued to make a fire.

"Master doesn't like it. Besides, it's been so many years, and taking medicine may not be effective."

"Have you ever thought about your family? What should they do?"

"family……"

Wuming subconsciously touched the red rope around his neck and asked with a wry smile, "How can I still have a family if I'm thrown into a mass grave?"