It's been too long, and for an ordinary person of Mr. Qian's age, it's already quite an achievement to remember the way home after going out, let alone something as trivial as ordering and picking up an umbrella.

Mr. Qian really had no recollection of it. "I can't remember, it's been too long."

"Does the old man still remember the person who lived in that courtyard with me?" Jiang Yan pressed.

"Together?" the old man asked, bewildered. "Don't you live there alone?"

This is the same answer again.

It was no different from what Ke Min had reported before; I thought there might be one who slipped through the net.

Jiang Yan stopped asking questions, remained silent for a moment, then instructed his men to leave a considerable sum of money before getting up and leaving.

The lingering, chilly rain pattered against my body. My dark clothes were soaked through, and the color of my clothes was no longer visible. Only the person wearing them knew that the rain had seeped in and chilled me to the bone.

Ke Min grabbed several umbrellas and chased after him, opening them over Jiang Yan's head.

As a result, before the umbrella was even coated with tung oil, rainwater soaked its surface, and soon the paper umbrella could not withstand the weight of the water and broke, leaving only the bamboo ribs, from which transparent water droplets dripped.

Kemin quickly changed to another umbrella, but the old man had already sorted out all the umbrellas that hadn't been coated with tung oil and put them in a pile. He just grabbed one randomly, thinking that as long as it had a canopy, he couldn't go wrong.

The result was that none of them had been coated with tung oil.

Ke Min looked at the pile of broken umbrellas in his hand and thought, "What bad luck."

Bad luck?

Jiang Yan glanced at the gloomy sky. He used to think he was unlucky, an orphan without parents, who could only mingle among servants and fight with snakes and rats for food.

Now, he has quelled the chaos, unified the Three Kingdoms, and built a golden age. He has changed his destiny and ascended to the supreme position in the world.

Logically speaking, he had already obtained what he wanted, making everyone grovel at his feet, tightly holding power and profit, and changing his humble status and position.

In the past, people were the butchers and he was the fish on the chopping block; now the tables have turned, and he should get what he wants.

But why does he always feel like he's missing something very important, and he has no clues on his way to regain his memories?

Jiang Yan felt a rare sense of helplessness and confusion. His memory was clearly faulty, but no matter how he investigated, he couldn't find a single clue.

It's like a net that's impossible to escape, no matter how he tries to maneuver.

Jiang Yan wiped the rain off his face and walked forward with his head down.

An uncontrollable feeling of despair spread through my chest.

Shu Yun followed Jiang Yan in the illusion and witnessed him, as the emperor, fulfilling his duties, working diligently day and night.

While silently witnessing Jiang Yan, whom she had never met before, she felt a mix of emotions, and at the same time, she tried to figure out the intention behind the illusion releasing these memories, attempting to find a way to break the illusion.

She desperately wanted to know what Jiang Yan had experienced all those years, but she had to step out of the illusion and find Jiang Yan in his present state.

After observing for a long time, she found that the illusion was not very aggressive, so it was probably not an evil formation.

Illusions are created by sensing people's distracting thoughts. By discarding distracting thoughts, maintaining composure, and calming the five senses and six consciousnesses, one should be able to resolve the current predicament.

The astonishing emperor who swept away the Three Kingdoms and quelled the chaos of the world moved a carved rosewood chair, sat down, and gazed at the red camellias filling the garden.

As Shu Yun looked at him, the idea that she had always held dear began to waver for the first time.

When her mother passed away, she told her that she could do whatever she wanted, which meant that it was okay for her to be a little selfish.

A new generation of immortals from Penglai has come of age. The beautiful and spiritually rich Penglai has nurtured many more immortals, each with considerable strength. The Penglai of today is no longer the Penglai that was besieged on all sides ten thousand years ago.

Jiang Yan... If you are willing to give up being the Demon Lord, perhaps I can leave Penglai and travel with you across the four seas and eight wastelands.

The moment this thought crossed Shu Yun's mind, her heart skipped a beat. When did she start caring so much about Jiang Yan, and even have the idea of ​​leaving Penglai?

Warning herself not to think any further, she took a breath and slowly exhaled, frowning as she tried not to think about it or delve into it, fearing that she knew her mind was wavering.

Shu Yun glanced at Jiang Yan one last time, then closed her eyes, calmed her mind, and suppressed her divine power.

Regardless, she needed to get out of this illusion first. She didn't know if Jiang Yan was also trapped in the illusion. If he was indeed caught up in it, and Jiang Yan was entangled in evil energy, this illusion would be detrimental to him.

As my mind calmed down and distracting thoughts dissipated, the colors of the illusion slowly faded, and the scenes within the illusion also distorted and disappeared.

Shu Yun blocked her five senses and six perceptions, closed her eyes and focused solely on breaking the illusion. As Jiang Yan's memories dissipated, she walked out of the illusion and naturally did not see the subsequent fragments of Jiang Yan's memories.

Jiang Yan, dressed in a black robe, looked at the flowers with a sorrowful expression. He leaned back in his chair, his head slightly tilted, his dark hair loose.

Working day and night on government affairs has left his eyes showing signs of darkening, which stands out starkly against his pale skin.

Already weakened by the people of the Nine Heavens, and now constantly busy handling all matters large and small concerning the country, signs of an early death are already emerging.

Rumors had been circulating in and around the capital that he would soon die, and the rumors had even reached his ears. He, who was always considered to be deep and cunning, simply smiled at the trembling crowd.

The various local warlords were eager to make their move, but he didn't care.

Even in this supreme position, he could not find any clues about that memory in his entire life. He had a vague suspicion that it was probably beyond human power to retrieve those memories.

A delicate fragrance wafted over, and Jiang Yan, gazing at the flowers, pondered something deeper.

If he were gone, the camellias in the entire imperial garden would probably be wiped out by the newly enthroned emperor, just like he did back then.

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