The man coughed a few times, his trembling eyelids slowly opening, revealing a pair of deep black pupils with bloodshot whites and a look of utter exhaustion.

"woke up."

Upon hearing the sound, the man instinctively became alert. The moment he moved, his muscles ached, causing intense pain that contorted his face.

Linglong put down the cup and quickly pressed down on his shoulder, saying, "Don't move around, be careful not to aggravate your wound. It was my young lady who saved you, we won't harm you."

Upon hearing this, the murderous intent in the man's eyes vanished instantly, and he weakly looked up at Mu Chenshuang, who had stood up.

With just one glance, the man's previously lifeless eyes instantly brightened, widening as he revealed undisguised amazement.

"I...I saw a fairy...a fairy." The weak voice stammered, but the eyes shone brightly, as if all the pain in the body had disappeared.

Mu Chenshuang's eyes darkened.

Linglong was surprised. This man was so badly injured, yet he still had the mind to look at beautiful women. He didn't seem like a decent person at all.

Mu Chenshuang stared at him and asked in a deep voice, "What's your name?"

The man lowered his eyes, frowning as he pondered, "Oh... this... what's my name again... it's..."

The man couldn't utter a sound for a long time.

Linglong suddenly stood up, walked to Mu Chenshuang's side, and said, "Miss, did you save a fool?"

The man immediately looked displeased upon hearing this. "Hey, who are you calling an idiot?"

He suddenly spoke loudly, which aggravated his wound. He winced in pain, his brows furrowing. He cried out in pain, looking puzzled. "Why does it hurt so much? Who did I offend?"

Mu Chenshuang stared at him intently, and seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, she said, "Then you still remember this sword."

As he asked the question, his gaze fell on the black blade lying on the ground.

The man glanced at the black blade, his expression so unfamiliar. But even after just a few seconds of staring, images flashed through his mind, giving him a splitting headache.

"ah!"

The man covered his head with one hand, his expression contorted, as if recalling something painful.

Seeing this, Mu Chenshuang squatted down and used acupressure to calm him down.

It seems he really has amnesia.

Once the man had calmed down, Mu Chenshuang said, "I will heal your injuries, but I won't save you for nothing."

The man frowned, but his eyes shone brightly as he looked at Mu Chenshuang. "I am willing to repay your life-saving grace with my body."

Upon hearing this, Linglong immediately became displeased: "You scoundrel, what nonsense are you spouting? Who would want you?"

Mu Chenshuang stood up, ignoring his frivolous words, "You're far from being able to repay me with your body. As for how to repay me, you'll know in the future."

As he spoke, he looked at Linglong and instructed, "Linglong, help him into the carriage."

“Miss, you’re taking him away? I don’t think he’s a good person. What if he causes us trouble?” Linglong said reluctantly, but she was more worried than anything else.

The man raised his voice and retorted to Linglong, "Hey, how can you talk like that? What makes me seem like a bad person? Do you think a good person has 'good person' written on their face?"

"you……"

Linglong was about to say something in annoyance when Mu Chenshuang interrupted her, saying, "Linglong, go and call the coachman over."

Since Miss insisted, Linglong had no choice but to agree.

Then the coachman came over.

Linglong and the coachman put the man on the carriage and cleaned up the bloodstains in the dilapidated temple before leaving.

Back in the city.

Mu Chenshuang did not take him back to the Marquis's residence, but instead went to a relatively remote inn.

After giving the man a few instructions, Mu Chenshuang left, taking his black blade with her.

On the way back, Linglong asked in confusion, "Miss, why are you so determined to heal him? He was so badly injured, he must have a lot of enemies. He even dared to flirt with you. He's obviously a shameless scoundrel."

Mu Chenshuang's gaze fell on the black blade in her hand, her fingers carefully tracing the scabbard.

“Now that he has lost his memory and has changed his ways, his enemies may not be able to find him. Right now, I am weak and alone in the Marquis’s mansion. If I cure him and have him do things for me, I will not lose out.”

Although his meridians were severely damaged, it was not difficult to restore his power.

Linglong suddenly realized, but she was still a little worried. "I'm afraid he might do something inappropriate to you, Miss. He's injured like that, and his eyes are still fixed on you. I feel like I could gouge his eyes out."

Looking at the indignant Linglong, Mu Chenshuang smiled faintly: "Do you think I'm so easily teased?"

But as she said this, that peerless face flashed through her mind for a moment, and her heart suddenly trembled. Why did she have to think of Fu Junheng?

"Miss, what's wrong?" Linglong noticed the unusual look in her eyes and asked in confusion.

Mu Chenshuang blinked and came back to her senses, saying, "It's nothing."