"Purple dots?"

Yan Xiao murmured to herself, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards her left ankle.

She did have something on her left ankle, but it was very small and inconspicuous. She only discovered it while taking a bath.

In ancient times, women's feet were never exposed, let alone seen by men outside the family. Anyone who knew that she had a small dot on her face must have been someone extremely close to her.

But how did Situ Nanzhao know this? What was his relationship with the original owner of this body?

Yan Xiao was pondering whether or not to nod in agreement when Situ Nanzhao, who had already noticed something amiss from her behavior, directly rolled up his trouser leg, revealing his ankle.

On his ankle, there was a birthmark exactly like Yan Xiao's.

When Yan Xiao saw the small purple dot, her eyes widened, and she looked at Situ Nanzhao with a puzzled expression.

What's going on here? Is this such an inconspicuous birthmark produced in bulk?

Even if Yan Xiao were a fool, she would know that there must be a story behind this.

But she wasn't curious at all; instead, she just felt annoyed.

Based on her years of experience watching melodramatic soap operas, unexpected situations usually mean trouble.

Unfortunately, what's meant to happen can't be avoided, so it's better to deal with it decisively.

She tried hard to suppress her disgust, but the expression she gave Situ Nanzhao was far from pleasant.

“Mr. Qian is right, I do have the same mark as you. You might as well tell me what’s wrong.”

When Situ Nanzhao heard Yan Xiao admit it, a different light immediately appeared in his eyes. However, when he met Yan Xiao's gaze, that light was instantly replaced by doubt.

"You...you don't recognize me?"

"Um?"

Yan Xiao was puzzled for a moment, but quickly understood Situ Nanzhao's unspoken meaning.

She had no intention of hiding anything and stated frankly:

"Due to some unforeseen circumstances, I have some memory problems. I can't remember anything before I was seven years old. I only recently recalled some fragments, but very few."

Upon hearing this answer, Situ Nanzhao was taken aback at first, but quickly understood:

"No wonder, if you remember, you should have recognized me when you heard my name."

At this point, he had even more questions:

"That Lou Guyu..."

Yan Xiao knew what he wanted to ask, but she couldn't tell the truth. She couldn't very well say that she saved Lou Guyu only for her own benefit, could she? Who knew it would be her younger brother?

He then directly changed the subject and replied:

"Perhaps it was due to blood ties, but when I was looking for my husband, I met him and he saved me, and I took him with me."

Now that I recall some things, I've roughly pieced together my background, but my memories still haven't returned.

Upon hearing this, Situ Nanzhao's expression became somewhat anxious:

"Where is my father? Where is he?"

"Your father? Who?" Yan Xiao looked bewildered. Why was he suddenly asking about her father? She was completely caught off guard.

Situ Nanzhao's heart skipped a beat when he saw her expression, but he still wouldn't give up:

“My father, Situ Yunjing, do you remember her? She was the one who brought you out of the Miao tribe. Think about it carefully.”

"I......"

Yan Xiao was about to say she couldn't remember, but the words caught in her throat, and she swallowed them back, unconsciously muttering to herself:

"Situ Yunjing? Uncle Jing?"

Upon hearing Yan Xiao's address, Situ Nanzhao excitedly stepped forward immediately.

"Yes, it's him. Where is he now?"

Oh no, so this is a terrible situation! They're here to collect debts!

Yan Xiao was bitter inside. She originally thought that the only troubles the original owner had left her with were a younger brother and an enemy.

Now look what's happened! Her savior's son has come knocking on her door, demanding his father. What the hell is she supposed to do? She can't magically conjure up a living father.

Come to think of it, it seems like I just poached someone else's partner.

What a terrible thing to do!

Yan Xiao felt a little guilty, which was rare for her. Although she didn't owe him a life-saving favor, she was now in this position, so she was essentially herself.

Seeing her evasive eyes and troubled expression, Situ Nanzhao's heart sank further.

"Sister Lou, just tell me straight. After all these years, I've long been mentally prepared for the worst."

Situ Nanzhao's address of "Sister Lou" sent shivers down Yan Xiao's spine, but she held back her urges for the sake of Situ Yunjing.

After recalling the information she had received from Shen Muzhi, she said:

"Actually, I don't remember Uncle Jing. I learned about him from my husband."

Yan Xiao didn't notice the slight change in Situ Nanzhao's expression when she uttered the words "husband." She simply told Situ Nanzhao everything she had learned from Shen Muzhi.

Finally, he sighed and said, "Uncle Jing has never come back since he left. I don't know where he is or whether he is still alive."

Although I don't remember, it's undeniable that Uncle Jing saved my life. Since you are his son, you can tell me what you need, and I will do my best to meet it.

Yan Xiao's heart was bleeding as she said this. She only hoped that Situ Nanzhao wouldn't make an exorbitant demand, otherwise she might simply deny everything. After all, she felt like she was being taken advantage of and had nowhere to seek justice.

Situ Nanzhao, however, sat back down in his original spot, keeping his head down and remaining silent for a long time.

Yan Xiao had little experience in comforting people, nor was she in the mood for it. She just wanted to make an excuse and leave, leaving Situ Nanzhao to have some peace and quiet by himself.

What followed was a sound of frustration and resentment from Situ Nanzhao:

"So, he didn't leave me a single word?"

"Forehead......"

Yan Xiao was surprised that this person would suddenly say this. He's such a grown man, and he doesn't seem to lack love.

Yan Xiao had few relatives and friends, so she didn't understand Situ Nanzhao's feelings at all, but she could tell that he was very sad, and there was resentment mixed in with his sadness.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"Based on my husband's description, Uncle Jing was clearly at his last gasp at the time. I guess he left because he wanted to find you."

After all, my husband was just a country bumpkin back then, and even if he left a message for you, he wouldn't be able to find you.

But after Uncle Jing left, something might have happened, and he ultimately couldn't return to your side. Of course, this is just my guess.