"Si'en, we're out of honey. Just put the medicine powder in a bottle for now, and we'll bring some back when we go to town in a couple of days." It was Hua Cai who broke the silence first.
The atmosphere in the room was a bit strange, but in her opinion, as long as it didn't affect her mission, the atmosphere didn't matter, and the mood of the woman with tears in her eyes—well, it didn't matter either.
"Brother, you still haven't said what you'll choose?" Hua Cai shook Zhao Qiang's arm, drawing his attention back to the main topic.
“I think I would choose the pen.” Zhao Qiang came back to his senses, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the hilt of the sword. “But why do I feel a sense of familiarity when I hold the hilt of the sword, as if I am more familiar with it than with the pen?”
Hua Cai was taken aback.
"Boss, is he about to remember something? Should we give him another whack?" The system, even before Hua Cai could react, rushed out with a terrible idea.
Hua Cai was speechless and slapped the system aside: "Stop messing around, you've ruined the whole atmosphere."
The two were preoccupied with their own thoughts, completely forgetting that there was a third person in the room.
Sien felt increasingly awkward standing there. She gave a low greeting, but both of them were distracted and no one paid any attention. In the end, she picked up the broken pieces and left, feeling frustrated.
Zhao Qiang touched the hilt of his sword, his heart suddenly pounding faster.
Even though he didn't like weapons or martial arts at all, the moment he touched the hilt of a sword, a sudden impulse welled up inside him, making him want to draw the sword and show it to someone.
The dance is for one person.
Who should I give it to? Damn it, I can't remember at all.
Anxiety and frustration filled Zhao Qiang's heart. He angrily threw down the sword in his hand, covered his head with his hands, and tightly grabbed his hair. The anger in his chest had nowhere to go, as if it was about to explode.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Hua Cai realized what was happening, quickly grabbed Zhao Qiang's arm, pulled his hand off his head, and looked at him with concern.
"If he remembers, give him another whack. I think the table leg that broke at noon today would be good." The system was unusually persistent about whacking Zhao Qiang, and was still trying to persuade Hua Cai without giving up.
Hua Cai pulled out a flower, and the worried look she had painstakingly cultivated almost crumbled.
“Xiao Xiang.” Zhao Qiang suddenly looked up at Hua Cai, his bloodshot eyes making Hua Cai’s heart stop beating: “I don’t like practicing martial arts, so why am I so familiar with swords? Why did I lose my memory? I—forgot something.”
Despite his seemingly weak limbs, Zhao Qiang possessed surprising strength, squeezing Hua Cai's wrist until it ached.
At this moment, she seemed oblivious to the pain in her wrist, staring blankly into Zhao Qiang's eyes: "System, I think I just saw things. Why did I feel like I saw a pair of crimson fox eyes?"
"No way, I didn't see it." The system circled Zhao Qiang strangely twice: "He's just anxious because of himself. His eyes are different from those of your Qingqiu Fox Clan. Boss, are you homesick? You're even hallucinating."
Yeah.
Hua Cai shook her head and looked at Zhao Qiang's eyes again. His eyes were bloodshot and filled with sweetness, pain, and sorrow.
"Sigh." Hua Cai sighed, "Perhaps it's for the person you love in your heart."
Zhao Qiang was taken aback; he hadn't expected this answer.
Does he have someone he loves?
Zhao Qiang's heart skipped a beat, a feeling of bittersweet joy welling up inside him, the two emotions mingling together, causing a heart-wrenching pain.
"Where is she?" Zhao Qiang carefully picked up the longsword he had tossed aside and looked at Hua Cai with great caution.
The bench is a bit hard; my butt hurts after sitting on it for a while.
Hua Cai shifted her position, realizing that this was about to become a story, and decided not to force herself any longer, finding a nice spot to sit on the edge of the bed.
The bed was indeed much softer.
Seeing Hua Cai sitting casually on the edge of his bed, Zhao Qiang frowned and wanted to stop her, but then he saw her grimacing and rubbing her sore bottom. His heart softened, and he held back from speaking.
Oh well, she's my sister anyway, it's no big deal.
Zhao Qiang convinced himself of this.
“I know you’ve always wanted to know those forgotten things. Now that you’re awake, and since you’ve asked, I’ll tell you everything.” Hua Cai looked into Zhao Qiang’s eyes. Zhao Qiang nodded heavily without interrupting her.
"You are the heir of the Seventh Prince of the Great Yuan Dynasty—" The room was quiet, with only Zhao Qiang's breathing, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, and Hua Cai's hoarse voice gently telling Zhao Qiang about the things he had forgotten.
This series of events is neither simple nor difficult. All she needs to do is stand in Wenxiang's shoes and explain everything Wenxiang should know.
After carefully finishing her speech, Hua Cai took a sip of water to moisten her throat, while Zhao Qiang fell into a long silence.
Seeing this, Hua Cai didn't disturb him. She simply got up, took the embroidery needle that had been washed clean of the medicine powder, found two small pieces of cloth, and quietly began to sew a simple little sachet.
"You've told him everything like this, aren't you afraid he'll remember it all?" The system was really going to great lengths for the mission.
The clumsy Hua Cai unraveled the thread a second time while carefully aligning the two pieces of fabric, and started all over again.
“There’s no way around it, he’ll eventually regain his memories.” Hua Cai carefully avoided pricking her hand with the needle. “When he recalls what I said today, he’ll find it full of loopholes. You’re such a fan of storybooks, you should know that royal men have extraordinary imaginations in this area.”
Hua Cai paused in her work, looked up at the roof: "A woman who lied to him about being his sister when he had amnesia, who embellished his past stories and spoke ill of his sweetheart, do you think he would imagine all sorts of schemes and plots?"
The system quickly activated its still-unupgraded brain and soon exclaimed, "This is terrifying."
From Wenxiang's perspective, Zhao Qiang was deeply in love, but Zhao Min not only didn't appreciate it, but also complained and dodged him. While enjoying the protection of the Seventh Prince's Mansion, she resisted the marriage with the heir of the Seventh Prince's Mansion. This woman simply took advantage of Zhao Qiang's affection for her, benefited from the power of the Seventh Prince's Mansion, and trampled on Zhao Qiang's sincerity. In the end, it was because of her subordinates that she ended up in this state.
This woman was quite different from the perfect image of her beloved that Zhao Qiang remembered.
Although the meaning was the same, Hua Cai simply and rigidly told Zhao Qiang everything that Wen Xiang knew.
This discussion focuses solely on the events themselves, without delving into personal feelings.
As for how Zhao Qiang will interpret it, that's beyond her control.
“So,” Hua Cai said with a smile, tying a knot in the thread in her hand, “I need to present an extremely sincere image to him before he regains his memory, so as to avoid his goodwill collapsing instantly after he regains his memory.”
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