The door wasn't locked, and Chengfeng gently pushed it open; the creaking sound was particularly clear in the darkness.

Lu Ziyuan was leaning back in his chair, seemingly lost in thought.

Chengfeng came in, and he only glanced at him before asking, "What are you doing here?"

"Your Highness, you haven't eaten anything all day, so I brought you some snacks."

Chengfeng placed the food box on the clean table, then turned on the light and took out the snacks one plate at a time.

The pastries were small and delicate, and they exuded a familiar and tempting aroma.

This made Lu Ziyuan truly feel hungry.

Chengfeng thoughtfully poured him some hot tea.

He picked up a pastry and ate it. Instantly, the aroma of eggs and milk spread in his mouth. This delicious pastry seemed to overlap with a place in his memory.

Who made these desserts?

"Your Highness, it is Zaochun from Xinxiang Courtyard."

Lu Ziyuan pondered, "I seem to have eaten this kind of dessert before."

"These are desserts invented by the Princess. The ones you ate before were made by the Princess. Early Spring also learned her skills from the Princess."

"Princess Consort? Zhong Muyu?"

Lu Ziyuan felt that something in his mind was gradually becoming clearer.

"Yes, the princess can cook all kinds of food. You once said that after eating the princess's cooking, everything else would taste bland."

Chengfeng recounted a few more stories from the past, and Lu Ziyuan savored Chengfeng's words while his hands continued to work, soon devouring all the snacks.

After eating, Lu Ziyuan said, "You may leave now. Let me have some peace and quiet."

Seeing this, Chengfeng said no more and left with the food box.

As soon as they left Xiuyu House, Zaochun and the others surrounded them: "How is the situation?"

"The prince's emotions are stable; at least he won't get angry when the princess is mentioned."

Zhiyu said, "It seems that as long as we prevent the prince from contacting Su Zhirou and speak well of the princess to him every day, he will remember in time."

"I think it's feasible, but what about the Princess?"

"Send out a few small teams to search first. We have no leads on the Princess's side right now, so let's focus our attention on the Prince's residence."

Regardless, Zhiyu still prioritized the interests of the Prince's Mansion.

...

It was late at night, time for the shift change.

Su Zhirou quietly arrived at the agreed location, where the guard was already waiting.

"Your Highness, the concubine has arrived."

"Enough with the nonsense, just tell me how I can get in?"

"I've lured the people away from the bushes. Just go in through the bushes, and remember not to make a sound. Neither the front nor the side door is locked, so you can just go in."

"Okay, you stay here and keep watch."

After saying that, Su Zhirou crouched down and disappeared into the bushes, then slipped in through the side door when no one was looking.

Lu Ziyuan was rummaging through the house, trying to find something useful, when he heard footsteps approaching.

"who?"

"Your Highness, it's me."

"Rou'er? What brings you here?"

Su Zhirou immediately rushed over: "They won't let me come to see Your Highness, but I really miss Your Highness so much that I can't sleep at night."

"Rou'er, you..."

“Your Highness, if thinking so much will only give you a headache, then why bother? Just focus on the present. Right now, Rou’er loves you, and you love Rou’er too.”

"I……"

Does he really love Su Zhirou?

Su Zhirou tried her best to prevent him from overthinking, pulling him towards the bed: "Your Highness, you don't need to think so much. You just need to remember to stay with Rou'er."

Just then, something warm yellow suddenly caught Lu Ziyuan's eye.

It is an exquisite sachet.

The sachet sat quietly by the bedside, embroidered with curly acanthus patterns, making it look unique.

Su Zhirou hadn't noticed the problem yet, but she saw Lu Ziyuan walk over first, pick up the sachet, and sniff it.

The taste of a wife.

Lu Ziyuan suddenly had this feeling: the scent of this sachet was very similar to the scent that Zhong Muyu had worn before.

Seeing this, Su Zhirou tried to snatch it, saying, "Your Highness, you don't need to care about these useless things..."

"No, this isn't useless; something must be wrong with it, uh..."

Lu Ziyuan dodged Su Zhirou's hand, and his head began to throb again.

Countless fragments of memory surged forth, as if trying to break free of this cage. A voice kept shouting in my mind: Lu Ziyuan, this is not the real you, remember!

He fell to the ground in pain, gasping for breath. After a while, his breathing gradually stabilized.

"Your Highness..."

Su Zhirou was a little uncertain, so she reached out her hand to test the waters, only to see Lu Ziyuan raise his head and look at her with a mixture of unfamiliarity and anger in his eyes.

The strange redness in his eyes decreased, and his eyes gradually regained their light.

Su Zhirou knew something was wrong and took a step back in fright, but Lu Ziyuan grabbed her by the neck and pushed her against the wall.

"Su Zhirou, what exactly did you do to me?"

"Cough! Your Highness, spare my life!"

Su Zhirou struggled incessantly, and Lu Ziyuan's eyes were filled with hatred as he looked at her.

Lu Ziyuan flicked his hand, and Su Zhirou crashed straight into the cabinet and fell to the ground.

"puff!"

Su Zhirou spat out a mouthful of blood. Lu Ziyuan was now like a god of death, terrifying to behold. She knew that he had completely remembered everything.

"Speak! Who instructed you to use this method to bewitch me!"

Su Zhirou twitched in fright: "It's a shadow witch from the Black Street, but Your Highness, I did this because I love you so much, I had no choice!"

"I have no choice, but as I have already said, I do not love you, and I hate your deception to the core!"

Now he is not only furious at Su Zhirou's deception, but Zhong Muyu's desperate eyes at that time also deeply hurt him. What is most hateful is that Zhong Muyu has been kidnapped, and all of this is very likely related to Su Zhirou!

If anything were to happen to Zhong Muyu, he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life!

Just then, the door was opened, and Chengfeng and Zhiyu looked at the scene, then at the furious Lu Ziyuan, their expressions a mixture of surprise and delight.

"Your Highness, you...remember now?"

Upon seeing that it was them, Lu Ziyuan's anger subsided somewhat: "It was I who wronged you. Now that I have recovered, I will make this poisonous woman pay the price!"

Chengfeng hurriedly stepped forward: "Your Highness, we can't worry about Consort Su. Our most urgent task is to find the Princess!"

"That's right. Su Zhirou intended to bewitch me and frame the Princess. She should be temporarily imprisoned and await further judgment."

After saying that, Lu Ziyuan rummaged around on the table and found paper and pen. He quickly wrote a letter of divorce and threw it at her.

Zhiyu asked, "Your Highness, should we report this to the capital?"

"No need. Her family has already been raided. Now she is the daughter of a disgraced official. Her fate is none of the royal family's concern. Let's keep her locked up for now and find Zhong Muyu first."

After arranging the other matters at the Prince's Mansion, Lu Ziyuan began to work on rescuing Zhong Muyu.