Some people didn't believe it, "Really? There isn't a single beauty in the harem? You probably don't know that they're keeping beauties hidden away."

"How would I know? Anyway, it's not recorded in the history books."

As the crowd drew closer, they found the man's appearance striking, refined yet not effeminate. The hint of melancholy in his lowered eyelashes made them wonder what could possibly cause him such worry.

No matter how many times the Black and White Impermanence saw this person, they all felt that this person had a superior appearance, no less than many of the gods they had seen, and even better.

They dragged the wandering spirit past the person and quickly brought him to Meng Po to report back.

White Impermanence glanced at the person on the bridge out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but ask, "Is he waiting for that person?"

Without even raising her head, Meng Po continued stirring the Meng Po soup, her aged voice ringing out, "I don't know."

White Impermanence and Black Impermanence sat down to rest for a while. "The water under the Bridge of Helplessness cannot reflect his memories. That person personally took away his memories. No matter how long he waits, he will never see that person again."

He was, after all, an emperor who roamed the mortal world, able to turn the world upside down with a flick of his wrist, and whose name is etched in history. Now, he has been waiting there silently for so long, and no one has even remembered him. Isn't this just a waste of time?

Another pot of Meng Po soup was ready. The little ghosts carried the pot down to scoop out the soup and distribute it, and the stranded team began to move forward again.

Meng Po immediately started preparing another pot, saying, "What are you speculating about? So what if he's the Human Emperor? He's the pinnacle of the entire realm."

She finally glanced at the handsome man in white. "One person who tries to rise to the top in one step by relying on a little connection between the mortal world and that person is enough. If there is a second one, that person will not be soft-hearted."

White Impermanence sensed a hint of gossip. "There's another mortal connected to a god? Who is it?"

Black Impermanence heard about this from the drunken judge, who tugged at White Impermanence and whispered something in his ear.

White Impermanence's eyes widened; what explosive news!

Wait a minute, he turned to look at Black Impermanence, his brows furrowed in a cold stare.

"You knew all along, why didn't you tell me?"

Black Impermanence touched his nose. "I only heard about it by chance when the judge was drunk. Besides, I'm not interested."

The White Impermanence snorted in dissatisfaction, "Next time, you must tell me this kind of news immediately."

"Okay, okay, okay," Black Impermanence quickly agreed.

The person in the distance stood motionless by the bridge, staring intently at the stream of memories beneath the Bridge of Helplessness, his right hand stroking his left wrist.

Bai Wuchang still felt some sympathy for him. He always felt that this person was not the kind of person Meng Po had described who wanted to use the gods to gain status. "So, should we just let him be like this and not do anything about it?"

“Of course not,” Meng Po said irritably as she simmered the soup. “In the end, he was just a human emperor. The only reason he was allowed to wander around the underworld for so long was because of the gods. Now it seems that the god might not even remember him. Yama will probably deal with this matter soon.”

"How should we handle this?"

Black Impermanence calmly replied, "Press down the person and force-feed them the Meng Po soup, then send them into the cycle of reincarnation."

Bai Wuchang opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. In fact, the underworld had done this kind of thing quite often. In the past, there were many ghosts of the human emperor who made a scene and acted arrogantly after they learned that the human emperor's identity was extraordinary. Yama simply waved his hand and ordered the little ghosts to drag them away and pour a bowl of Meng Po soup down their throats.

Anyway, the King of Hell is the most powerful in the underworld, and everyone else will just turn a blind eye and pretend they don't know.

After drinking a bowl of Meng Po soup, all the love, anger, and infatuation of this life will vanish into nothingness, and you will remember nothing again, thus beginning a new life.

Thinking about it this way isn't so bad. Anyway, if he's waiting for that person, he might as well forget about it and return to the cycle of reincarnation that mortals should have.

Even though Jiang Yan had never seen the stream of memories under the bridge, he clearly sensed that his own memories were incomplete.

Some of his memories are vague and illogical, which would be commonplace for an ordinary person, but something is wrong with him. He could not possibly forget his experiences, even if those experiences were completely useless.

Moreover, he had a strong intuition that told him that the memory was extremely important and that he had to get it back.

He went through the scenario in his mind over and over again, trying to connect the cause and effect, and imagining a plot that could make the logic coherent.

He recalled Feng Ziyi's dying words: the Prime Minister of Jingguo, whom he had suppressed his entire life, suddenly became radiant and dazzling in his final moments, and the look he gave him was no longer the usual disgust and dissatisfaction, but rather a condescending mockery.