Mo Yunzhao looked up at Ling Jingyu and, seeing his serious and solemn expression, couldn't help but believe him.
"Does Your Highness know whether memories can be sealed?"
Perhaps someone sealed her memories?
It was as if her blood-red eyes had been sealed.
Ling Jingyu nodded, "Yes, but if memories are sealed, then that person won't remember anyone or anything, their memory will be as blank as a piece of paper."
This is different from her symptoms.
Mo Yunzhao was somewhat discouraged and remained silent for a moment.
She asked, "Your Highness, is the matter of rebirth believable?"
This was a question she decided to ask after careful consideration.
"Hmm?" Ling Jingyu looked up at her in confusion.
Mo Yunzhao briefly explained: "It's like a person dies, wakes up, and finds themselves back in time to a few years ago."
Ling Jingyu chuckled, "This sounds like a pipe dream. Who knows if we're still in a dream or not?"
Mo Yunzhao frowned; she too had once considered it all a pipe dream.
But ten years have passed in a dream, and all the pain is still vivid in my mind.
Ling Jingyu looked down at his hands, which were covered by ice silk gloves.
"Rebirth is an act against the heavens, and who would defy the heavens for anyone else? That would be subject to divine punishment."
His tone was indifferent, yet tinged with mockery.
Mo Yunzhao suddenly felt a strange tightness in his chest, as if a huge boulder had suddenly pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe.
His hands, especially those clad in ice-silk gloves, felt particularly painful.
"I still have matters to attend to at the manor, so I must take my leave now."
Mo Yunzhao felt uncomfortable and disliked this feeling.
Ling Jingyu looked up. "Then I won't see you off."
Mo Yunzhao went outside and soon saw Mo Yunlan and Nie You fighting fiercely to the death.
"Sister, we're home."
Mo Yunlan gave an "oh," immediately stopped her stance, and then, carrying her broadsword, returned to Mo Yunzhao's side.
She suddenly stopped; Nie You had used too much force.
*Thud*, he fell face-first to the ground.
Mo Yunlan took a few steps, then slapped her forehead, "Ah Zhao, wait a minute, I'll go ask His Highness."
She had completely forgotten that she came to ask about Ah Zhao's eyes.
Mo Yunzhao watched as Nie You calmly stood up, dusted off his robes, and, clutching his sword, remained expressionless.
There was no embarrassment whatsoever from falling face-first to the ground.
It seems like he wasn't the one who fell.
"Nie You," Mo Yunzhao called out to him.
Nie You walked over and said, "Lord Mo."
Mo Yunzhao nodded slightly, "I'll ask you a few questions."
Nie You blurted out, "Don't worry, I have no intention of marrying Miss Mo."
Mo Yunzhao choked for a moment, then chuckled: "No, I wanted to ask you about His Highness."
Nie You gave a long "oh," and said, "Your Highness doesn't need to get up to wash your hands at night."
Mo Yunzhao: "???"
Nie You explained with a blank face, "Your Highness has good kidneys."
Mo Yunzhao found it all a jumbled mess and didn't understand a word of it.
"I wanted to ask you, has Your Highness been behaving strangely lately?"
“Yes,” Nie You replied without hesitation. “His Highness suddenly fell ill and needed to wear Ice Silk Gloves. When His Highness returned, he left me behind, and suddenly…”
"Nie You".
The warm yet deep voice silenced Nie You.
Nie You shrugged helplessly, "See, His Highness is always so sudden and strange."
There are just too many strange things to mention.
Suddenly he had to wear gloves, suddenly he took a liking to Lord Mo, and suddenly he transformed from a cold and ruthless Yama into a gentle and refined prince.
He used to wear spotless white clothes, but now he wears red robes and brocade robes every day.
I used to hate grapes, but now I peel a bowl of grapes every day.
Furthermore, they always searched for interesting stories about empresses marrying imperial husbands or men marrying into their wives' families.
There are just too many to list.
Now, His Highness won't let him speak.
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