In the vast darkness of the night, the silvery moonlight illuminated the face of the person behind him.

Shen Yunjiao hurriedly raised her eyes, only to find that Xiao Huaijin's handsome face now showed a familiar anxiety.

This is the anxiety that appears on his face when he sees himself injured or sick.

Shen Yunjiao's brow twitched suddenly.

Is this a sign that he is about to regain his memories?

Unfortunately, once the danger was over, the other party ruthlessly pushed her away from his chest.

Caught off guard, Shen Yunjiao could barely stand and could only cry out as she fell to the ground.

This made Xiao Huaijin's expression even more unpleasant.

He stared intently at Shen Yunjiao, as if deep in thought.

Before me stood Shen Yunjiao, her clothes disheveled, her black hair messy, and her once beautiful face now as pale as paper. Her slender fingers were tightly gripping her ankle, and pain was evident on her face.

The moment he held her in his arms, Xiao Huaijin's heart began to pound rapidly, almost leaping out of his throat. He considered himself calm and composed, and had never lost control like this before, which is why he pushed Shen Yunjiao away without hesitation.

For a moment, I completely forgot that she still had an injury on her leg.

A feeling of guilt began to spread in Xiao Huaijin's heart.

His lips tightened, and he suddenly blurted out, "Sorry."

Shen Yunjiao bit her lip, her bright almond-shaped eyes wide open, "I sprained my ankle a few days ago, and you still pushed me..."

His words were filled with accusation and grievance.

Xiao Huaijin felt even more agitated.

He clearly understood that the emotions surging in his chest were all because of the woman in front of him.

"Can you still get up?" he asked in a low voice, trying to remain gentle.

"What do you think?" Shen Yun glared at him huffingly. Just as she was about to struggle to her feet up by herself along the pillar, the tall man walked up to her.

"Xiao Huaijin?"

Shen Yunjiao looked at him with some confusion as he reached out his hand. "What do you want to do?"

Shen Yunjiao stared at the flowing cloud pattern on his cuffs, wondering what he was planning to do.

Xiao Huaijin's handsome face showed some impatience at this moment. "I will help you up."

Shen Yunjiao was stunned for a moment, and before she could answer, Xiao Huaijin grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the ground.

Shen Yunjiao glanced at Xiao Huaijin furtively, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Why is Your Majesty here?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, quite pleasant to hear, like a gentle breeze that occasionally blows through the mountains, lightly pricking one's heart.

Xiao Huaijin replied coldly, "I came to see the autumn hunting grounds and just happened to pass by."

No one would believe that.

But Shen Yunjiao didn't expose him, and just said with a smile, "In any case, thank you for saving me today, Your Majesty."

Xiao Huaijin acted swiftly, resolving the danger in no time, so Shen Yunjiao naturally wanted to thank him properly.

"Why have more than a dozen ferocious mountain cats suddenly appeared in the mountains? Shen Yunjiao, who have you offended?" Xiao Huaijin glanced around. The only people present were Nanfeng, Shen Yunjiao, and her maid.

It seems that person is still hiding in the shadows.

Shen Yunjiao had a guess in her heart, but she was troubled by the lack of evidence, so she could only smile faintly and reply, "Yes, I have enemies everywhere."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Huaijin snorted coldly again.

His gaze swept into Shen Yunjiao's room, where several gruesome dead cats lay, and an oil lamp lay overturned on the floor, leaving it in a mess.

Shen Yunjiao, who was standing in front of her, suddenly sneezed.

Xiao Huaijin's eyes were as cold as ice, but in his heart he was thinking about how he would explain to his minister, Lord Shen, if he left her here alone and she was in danger again.

Now that it is late at night, if we return to the incense room of Xuanqing Temple, we will inevitably wake up the abbot, which will require a lot of trouble.

Shen Yunjiao wanted to go back to the house to tidy up, but Xiao Huaijin grabbed her wrist.

"You still want to go back to your room? Don't you think you have enough of a life?" Xiao Huaijin said coldly, frowning.

Shen Yunjiao turned around, looked him over carefully, her eyes sparkling with laughter, and said, "Your Majesty, this is my residence. If I don't return here, I have nowhere else to go."

Xiao Huaijin wanted to ridicule her, but considering that she had just been frightened, he simply replied, "You will come back with me."

? ? ? ?

A wave of shock swept through Shen Yunjiao's heart. She thought Xiao Huaijin would only help her to this extent, but she didn't expect him to actually want to take her back.

"Don't misunderstand." Xiao Huaijin seemed to see through her thoughts and quickly said, "Come back to Ziyun Tower with me. I have some questions to ask you."

Nanfeng and Fuxia, who were standing to the side, found it amusing, thinking that His Majesty's ability to say one thing and mean another was growing day by day.

Xiao Huaijin spoke coldly and firmly, but Shen Yunjiao smiled and agreed.

She limped to the door, and it looked like she was struggling.

Fu Xia was a little intimidated by Xiao Huaijin, but she still went to Shen Yunjiao's side to help her.

But he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a faint smile playing on his daughter's lips.

Shen Yunjiao silently counted in her heart, "One, two, three..."

When she counted to the third, she felt a gust of wind behind her.

Before she could even turn her head, Shen Yunjiao was picked up by a pair of strong arms.

"If you follow this route, you won't even reach the foot of the mountain by dawn, wasting my time for nothing."

Xiao Huaijin's voice came from above, and Shen Yunjiao leaned against his chest and secretly laughed.

After losing his memory, Xiao Huaijin became incredibly arrogant.

Xiao Huaijin carried Shen Yunjiao and strode away from Qingxin Pavilion.

Nanfeng and Fuxia followed silently behind, keeping a certain distance from them.

Only after confirming that his master could not hear him did Nanfeng speak, "Although my master has lost his memory, he has always been thinking of Miss Chen. Otherwise, he would not have come up the mountain in the middle of the night to look for her."

Fu Xia pursed her lips, her tone tinged with resentment, directed at both Xiao Huaijin and Nanfeng, "His Majesty's actions are truly inconsiderate. Who repays kindness with enmity by imprisoning their own savior? And you, as his subordinates, did not tell His Majesty the truth; that is utterly despicable."

Nanfeng gave a bitter laugh before slowly saying, "Servants often have many unavoidable circumstances, don't you know that? If I were to rashly tell His Majesty, it would be fine if he believed me, but if he didn't, and the Empress Dowager knew that I had revealed His Majesty's private affairs, what do you think she would do?"

The Empress Dowager held the life of the person he valued most in her hands. How could he dare to disobey such a great threat?

Upon hearing this, Fu Xia shut her mouth, sighed softly, and then said, "It's not easy for anyone."

Fortunately, although His Majesty has lost his memory, he still treats his daughters fairly well.

This can be considered a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.