Chapter Ninety-Five Amnesia
Suddenly, the unconscious girl uttered a soft murmur in her sleep, her beautiful brows furrowing tightly. Seeing her pained expression, Lu Qingheng leaned closer and called out to her a few times:
"Girl, girl..."
Han Wei suddenly opened her eyes and immediately saw Lu Qingheng. She instinctively grabbed Lu Qingheng's arm and pushed him down onto the bed, her expression cold and her eyes indifferent.
"Where is this place? Who are you?"
On the bed, the girl in white pressed down on the boy beneath her, coldly uttering the words above. The boy, held by her, showed a pained expression but did not cry out. Perhaps because Lu Qingheng was too handsome and too harmless, Han Wei unconsciously loosened her grip slightly, allowing Lu Qingheng to breathe, but still held his hand, imprisoning him.
"This, this is the Prince of Yan's residence, I am Prince Lu Qingheng of Yan."
Hearing the boy's gentle voice, Han Wei let go of him. His voice seemed to have a power that could calm people down.
After releasing Lu Qingheng, Han Wei carefully looked around, murmuring, "Lu Qingheng, Lu Qingheng..."
After repeating the name many times, she looked like she was deep in thought, but she couldn't remember anything. She couldn't even remember anything about herself.
"Miss, Miss?" Lu Qingheng called softly a few times, noticing that Han Wei's expression was off.
Han Wei turned around, her gaze meeting his clear, golden eyes, like those of a baby, and asked, "You're Lu Qingheng? And me, who am I?"
Han Wei has amnesia.
She had absolutely no idea who she was.
Lu Qingheng looked surprised; he hadn't expected the girl to have amnesia. He truthfully replied, "I don't know who you are either. Seven nights ago, I found you unconscious in the lotus pond in my mansion, so I pulled you out."
"Seven days ago? Was I...was I unconscious for seven days?" Han Wei asked him.
"Yes."
Han Wei lowered her head, trying hard to remember something. But she couldn't recall anything; her past was a blank. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember a single thing about herself, and the more she tried, the more her head throbbed with pain.
Seeing the pain on her face, Lu Qingheng said gently, "Miss, don't worry. The imperial physician in my household said that you are not seriously ill. Perhaps you will be able to remember everything about yourself in a few days."
Han Wei gazed at the boy in front of her. He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a handsome and refined appearance, and a pure and ethereal air, like a celestial being untouched by worldly concerns. In particular, his clear, light golden eyes were deep and clear, and gazing into them, one couldn't help but be drawn to them.
Han Wei looked at him for a while, and her cheeks suddenly turned red.
Although she couldn't remember anything about herself, she felt that she must have never seen anyone as handsome as him before.
Remembering his words, Han Wei blushed and said, "You saved me, I should thank you. I was rude just now!"
“You’re too kind, young lady. You’ve been unconscious for so many days, you must be hungry. I’ll have someone bring you some food. As for your memories, you can stay here for now and try to recall them later,” Lu Qingheng said with a smile.
Looking at his smiling face, Han Wei felt as if she were seeing a hundred flowers blooming and spring returning to the earth. She thought to herself, "He looks so handsome when he smiles." As she looked, her face flushed again. She lowered her head and whispered, "Thank you!"
Seeing her with her head down, a blush rising on her fair face, Lu Qingheng felt a surge of warmth in his heart at the sight of the beautiful young woman before him, her beauty as radiant as a peach blossom. Han Wei glanced up at him again, their eyes met, and then they both involuntarily looked away.
Lu Qingheng's heart started racing again, but he still didn't realize his abnormality.
"I...I'll go out first."
Lu Qingheng went out, and after a while, a maid came in to help Han Wei wash and change her clothes. Then another maid brought her food.
And so, Han Wei settled down at the Prince of Yan's residence.
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Standing by the window, a young girl dressed in a blue palace dress gazed at the birds flying outside, lost in thought. She always felt that she should be able to fly, but humans are not birds, so how could they fly?
As she pondered, fragments of memories flashed through her mind, but they passed by too quickly, like fleeting dreams, and Han Wei couldn't grasp them at all.
A chessboard was placed in front of her, and Han Wei was playing with the chess pieces in her hand, but she had no intention of actually playing the game.
"Your Highness!"
Lu Qingheng entered from outside, and the maids all bowed in greeting.
Han Wei heard the voice, turned around, and saw Lu Qingheng dressed in a white robe. He seemed to really like white. Han Wei had been living here for a while, and every time she saw him, he was wearing white. But he really looked good in white; he looked like a finely sculpted jade figure, and when the sunlight shone on him, he seemed to be surrounded by a layer of holy radiance.
"Your Highness, Prince Yan!" Han Wei stood up.
"Has something come to mind for you today, young lady?" Lu Qingheng asked with a smile as he sat down opposite Han Wei.
Han Wei shook her head.
"It's alright, you'll definitely remember later," Lu Qingheng said with a smile, looking down at the chessboard and pieces on the table. "Does the young lady like playing chess?"
"I don't know, I'm just killing time," Han Wei said.
"Then let's play a game together," Lu Qingheng said with a smile.
Han Wei nodded.
Although Han Wei couldn't remember who she was, thankfully her amnesia didn't mean she was completely ignorant; at least she remembered how to play chess. Although she couldn't remember who she had played chess with or who had taught her, deep down she felt that her chess skills were probably quite good. However, when she encountered Lu Qingheng, she lost five games in a row.
Han Wei was very depressed.
"Again!" Han Wei said.
Despite amnesia, his competitive nature will not change.
So she played another round with Lu Qingheng, and this time she won, but Han Wei wasn't happy. She glared at Lu Qingheng and said discontentedly, "You let me win. I don't want you to let me win; it's no fun winning like this."
The handsome young man with black hair and golden eyes laughed and said, "Since you have lost your memory, it is not a fair fight for me. If you hadn't lost your memory, I might have been the one who lost."
Although she knew the other person was trying to comfort her, Han Wei found the words agreeable.
"Cough cough cough..."
Lu Qingheng suddenly started coughing. He coughed very badly, and the maids around him immediately brought him medicine.
"Your Highness, Your Highness!"
As he coughed, he coughed up blood. Seeing the blood Lu Qingheng coughed up stain the white handkerchief, Han Wei felt a pang in her heart. She had heard from the maidservants who served her that Lu Qingheng was unwell and could see his weakness, but this was the first time she had ever seen him cough up blood.
Soon, the imperial physician from the underworld arrived. After taking Lu Qingheng's pulse, he immediately began acupuncture. Only after several needles were inserted did Lu Qingheng recover. Han Wei approached, looking at him with concern:
Are you alright?
"I'm fine." Lu Qingheng shook his head, his cheeks flushed an unnatural red. He was in great pain, but he forced a smile at Han Wei.
He said he was fine, but in fact, the very next day, he fell ill with a high fever and was bedridden, even losing consciousness. His unconsciousness cast a shadow over the entire palace. Although such things happened frequently, everyone feared he would never recover.
Han Wei was also very scared.
She desperately wanted to do something, always feeling she should be able to cure the illness, but she didn't know how. So, like many others in the Prince's mansion, she could only anxiously wait.
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