The Medicine God ran away in the blink of an eye, leaving only one sentence behind.

"I won't tell even if you beat me up; the time isn't right yet."

The person ran too fast; Mo Yunzhao couldn't even catch their tail and had to give up.

This is different from the old monk; it can't be resolved by simply beating him up.

Mo Yunzhao wandered around outside for a while, then returned to the small bamboo house.

Ling Jingyu remained in the same position, sitting with his hands supporting his chin, looking as if he was reflecting, but he didn't come up with anything.

"A Zhao."

Mo Yunzhao raised an eyebrow at him, "You've come to your senses?"

Ling Jingyu thought for a moment, but didn't dare to reply.

Because he didn't think he was wrong.

But Ah Zhao was wrong, so he must have been wrong.

Mo Yunzhao twitched the corner of his mouth. "Actually, I don't quite understand. I always wonder if what that old monk said is believable."

Ling Jingyu looked up at her. "What?"

“He said that if you answer his question, you will lose your life.” Mo Yunzhao looked Ling Jingyu up and down. “You look fine now, not like you’re about to die.”

Ling Jingyu felt as if his heart had been stabbed. "What, do you want me dead? Do you want to be a widow?"

Mo Yunzhao wanted to slap him, "You still know that if you died, I would be a widow? What did you say when we first met?"

Ling Jingyu blinked innocently at her, "What did you say? I don't remember."

Mo Yunzhao chuckled coldly twice, then mimicked his voice, "Remember, I am your husband—Ling Jingyu."

He even imitated the tone of the words quite well.

Ling Jingyu looked at her with a smile in his peach blossom eyes, "So, Ah Zhao remembers it so clearly."

Having been reborn, he imagined countless scenarios of their reunion.

He practiced alone many times.

But when he met her that day, he panicked and blurted out that he was a flower thief.

What he actually wanted to do was remain indifferent to her, treating her as just another nobody who happened to be passing by and helped her out.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he became a womanizer and said those things.

The situation spiraled out of control.

Mo Yunzhao glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed. "Continue to reflect."

Ling Jingyu smiled with his peach blossom eyes in a very good mood.

Mo Yunzhao wanted to be angry with him, but when she thought about how he only had two months to live and that the words of the Medicine God might not be credible, she immediately lost her anger.

“I just told my master that he will help me regain my memory, and it will be restored tomorrow.”

Ling Jingyu frowned. As a healer himself, he knew that this kind of memory recovery was very painful, even...

"Ah Zhao, it's just a memory, why bother..."

Mo Yunzhao slammed her hands on the bamboo table in anger, then stood up and glared at him fiercely, "Continue to reflect on your actions, and come help tomorrow. Otherwise, you just wait, I'll go to Jin Yuan Kingdom to propose marriage right now."

Ling Jingyu blinked innocently as Mo Yunzhao stormed off.

He held his face in his hands as he watched her leave, his mind a complete mess.

What did he do wrong?

This angered Mo Yunzhao, and Ling Jingyu didn't see her all night.

I didn't see him all night.

The next day, Nie You came to invite him, "Your Highness, the Medicine God requests your presence."

Ling Jingyu responded with an "oh".

"Please bring your silver needles," Nie You added.

Ling Jingyu frowned upon hearing this; this person was using silver needles…

He thought about what Mo Yunzhao had said, and in the end, he still put on the silver needles.

Medicine God Valley is filled with medicinal herbs, and the entire valley is permeated with a faint medicinal fragrance. It is shrouded in mist, just like a fairyland.