A tall woman in red stood in the corner. When her gaze met his, she suddenly lowered her head.

It was Hu Yue, the daughter of the General of the Escort Flag.

Thinking of the words Hu Yue had said to him before, Jiang Kangan hesitated for a moment.

While he was hesitating, Hu Yue walked towards him.

There was no trace of shame on her face, and she said generously, "It's been a long time since we last met. How is your health, Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Kangan bowed to her and said, "Thank you for your concern. Everything is fine."

Hu Yue nodded. "My father has been talking about you in the mansion all the time, praising you as profound and majestic as a mountain, and as graceful as jade and autumn frost. He hopes to invite you to his mansion to sit for a while."

"Thank you for the invitation, General," Jiang Kang'an said with a smile, "Please tell the general, Miss Hu, that I will come to visit you in person after this mission is over."

Seeing that he agreed, Hu Yue nodded slightly.

After the two exchanged a few more pleasantries, Hu Yue walked towards Jiang Zhiyu, while Jiang Kangan and Jiang Wenjing walked out of the courtyard.

"Come to think of it, Mom has been at the farm for so long, why hasn't she come back yet? Sulan, too, said she went to help Mom, but there's still no news...Brother?"

Jiang Kangan snapped back to his senses: "What's wrong?"

"Are you okay? Why are you so distracted?" Jiang Wenjing teased him, "Are you thinking about Miss Hu?"

"Don't talk nonsense! If this gets out, it will tarnish their reputation!"

Jiang Kang'an's eyes were stern, and Jiang Wenjing raised his hands in surrender: "Okay, I won't say anything more."

"By the way, why haven't Mother and Sulan returned yet? There's no news from them. Have the spies discovered anything unusual?"

Jiang Wenjing said with a worried tone.

"Nothing's wrong at the farm. A spy reported last night that my mother had overworked and had a high fever. Sulan had been taking care of her the whole time, so she probably forgot about it because she was so busy."

"Mother has the medicine Zhiyu gave me, and there's a doctor at the farm. My fever has subsided, but I'm still a little weak."

After hearing Jiang Kangan's words, Jiang Wenjing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they didn't know what Xu Youran wanted to do, she now had a goal, and they were all happy for her.

"The doctor in Zhuangzi..."

Jiang Kangan knew what he wanted to say and said directly, "Don't worry about this."

Although he didn't mention the specific method, Jiang Wenjing stopped worrying about it after hearing the four words "don't worry".

"How's Ji Tong doing?"

Jiang Kangan's voice was cold.

"He's awake, but... he seems to have lost his memory."

Jiang Kangan: “???”

"Amnesia?"

Jiang Wenjing also found it incredible: "The doctor said that he hit the back of his head when he fell off his horse, and there was a blood clot in his brain."

"Have you been there?"

Jiang Wenjing shook his head: "He just woke up, I haven't had time to go see him yet."

"Then let's go and take a look together."

…

In a house outside the city, Ji Tong was lying on the bed due to his serious injuries, with several people pressing down on him.

Jiang Wenjing frowned: "Why are you suppressing him?"

"General," the doctor gasped, "we have to keep pressure on him. He's struggling so hard that the wound, which we bandaged with great difficulty, bursts open again as soon as he moves."

Only then did Jiang Wenjing notice the blood-soaked quilt beneath them.

No one understood why a man who was so seriously injured could still have so much strength to struggle. Just looking at the bulging blue veins on the back of his hand, you could tell how much strength he had used.

It's like not feeling the pain.

The doctor couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Hearing the sound, Ji Tong turned his head impatiently, and then his struggle slowed down, staring at Jiang Wenjing without blinking.

The doctor was sweating profusely from exhaustion. Now he finally had a free hand to wipe his sweat, and he panted and said, "It seems he is somewhat familiar with the general."

As if echoing the doctor's words, Ji Tong asked the next second: "Who are you?"

"Jiang Wenjing," Jiang Wenjing stepped forward, and the people who were holding Ji Tong down tentatively let go. Ji Tong did not struggle, but nodded thoughtfully.

"You don't remember anything? Do you still remember your name?"

"I don't remember, but they call me Master Ji. My last name is Ji?"

Jiang Wenjing raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yes, your last name is Ji, and your name is Ji Gousheng."

Ji Tong: “…”

The others: “…”

"Ji... Gousheng?" Ji Tong looked at him blankly. "Are you lying to me? You must have taken this right away."

Jiang Wenjing stared at him with an inquiring gaze, noticing the undisguised disdain in his eyes. After a long pause, he slowly said, "I'm sorry, that's not the case. Gousheng is indeed your name, but it's just a nickname."

"Your home is at the junction of the Tianqi and Mobei battlefields. As the saying goes, humble names are easy to raise, so your parents gave you this name."

These words were not made up by Jiang Wenjing, but were the exact words that Ji Tong told him back then.

The only difference is that when Ji Tong said it in the past, his eyes were full of warmth and happiness, but now his eyes are full of disgust.

Of course, it is not ruled out that the warmth and happiness in his eyes before were all pretended to confuse himself.

Just let yourself feel sympathy for him.

Just like his brother who never existed.

younger brother……

Jiang Wenjing's eyes were dim.

"Then what is my...full name?" Ji Tong paused before continuing.

Obviously, he was afraid that Jiang Wenjing would say something weird again.

"Ji Tong."

Ji Tong murmured a few words, his eyes seemed to light up, and then he continued to ask: "Then why am I here? How did I get injured? What is the relationship between you and me?"

He raised his hand and scratched his hair, his smile surprisingly innocent: "To be honest, the moment I saw you, I felt very familiar. We must be very close."

Jiang Wenjing didn't comment, but to be honest, it was the first time he saw such a smile on Ji Tong's face, and he felt a little surprised for a moment.

"I am the general, you are my deputy, we are brothers who have shared life and death on the battlefield."

This sentence, which should have been very touching, was spoken by Jiang Wenjing in a strange tone, sounding a bit sarcastic.

Jiang Wenjing ignored the various expressions on everyone's faces and said directly, "I came back to Shengjing to visit my relatives. You had nowhere else to go, so you came back with me. By the way, you came to find out about your brother who has been missing for a long time."

"As for the injury, it was during our outing when you were surrounded by assassins, fell from your horse, and were trampled several times by the frightened horse."

As he spoke, Ji Tong narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes deep in thought: "...Brother? Did I find him?"

"Unfortunately, no," Jiang Wenjing said, and then he said "eh" in confusion.

"It's strange. When we were at the Prime Minister's Residence, you repeatedly said you wanted to go look for your brother, but once you got outside the city, you never mentioned it again. Furthermore, every time you only talked, you never took any action..."

Ji Tong's hand trembled slightly.