Chapter 731 Return to Kyoto
Kong Wange took Murong Ting to stay in the countryside of Jinzhen for several days, but it didn't seem to help Murong Ting recover his memory much.
Staying there indefinitely wasn't a solution, so she had no choice but to prepare to take him back to Jiangcheng to visit the old man.
After all, the Murong residence is a place Murong Ting is most familiar with, so it might be helpful.
Before leaving, Wan Qingzhou was kept behind by Yan Heli to do hard labor—it was springtime, everything was growing, and a bunch of medicinal herb seedlings were waiting to be planted, which he couldn't finish by himself.
Kong Wange was initially worried that Wan Qingzhou might do something rash, but seeing the two rivals getting along well and keeping each other company, she felt much more at ease.
She left Jinzhen alone with Murong Ting.
Even after arriving in Kyoto, she never forgot to prepare new prescriptions for the old man regularly.
A year later, the old man's spirit and energy were completely different from before.
Although he was old, he walked with a vigorous and energetic gait.
He was overjoyed to see them return and kept her chatting for three hours straight.
Finally, the old man sighed, "Little Ge'er, you've suffered this year."
Kong Wange didn't take it to heart and said with a smile, "It's all in the past, Grandpa. At least the outcome was good, and the wicked people received their due punishment."
Just as the old man was about to speak, the servant came to bring him the meal from outside the window.
The old man quickly got up and pulled her along, saying, "Come on, come on, let's put everything else aside for now. I had the servants make more than a dozen dishes, all of which are your favorites. Now that you're back, let's make sure you get some extra nourishment these next few days!"
Kong Wange exclaimed, "Grandpa, what about Murong Ting...?"
"Tsk, he has hands and feet, can't he keep up? It's just amnesia, why make such a big deal out of it? Does he expect this old man to take care of him?!"
Murong Ting was right next to Kong Wange. Upon hearing this, he instinctively wanted to say, "Grandpa is still so biased," but then he remembered something and swallowed the words back, silently following the two of them.
Kong Wange was dragged to the restaurant by the old man, feeling both amused and exasperated.
As expected, the old man had a table full of dishes that Kong Wange loved to eat prepared.
Perhaps because she was back in familiar surroundings, Kong Wange relaxed completely and, for the first time ever, ate a little more than usual.
In no time, a pile of shrimp and crab shells appeared next to it.
Seeing that there was too much trash, which was affecting Kong Wange's performance, Murong Ting instinctively said, "Aunt Zhang, could you please clean this up?"
The servants standing nearby, waiting to be ordered around, quickly stepped forward and said, "Okay, okay."
Kong Wange was enjoying her meal and didn't notice what Murong Ting said. On the contrary, the old man not far away, who was sipping his tea, paused when he heard Murong Ting's words and glanced at him in the direction of his teacup.
After the meal, Kong Wange said she was too full and needed to digest.
Without saying a word, Murong Ting got up to accompany her, but before he could leave, the old man grabbed him and said, "Come to the study with me."
Kong Wange was extremely worried about Murong Ting's condition and instinctively wanted to stop him.
The old man replied, "I'm just chatting with him casually. What if he suddenly remembers something while we're talking?"
Kong Wange thought it made sense, so she didn't say anything more.
Upon entering the study, the old man didn't react much, but simply asked Murong Ting to make him a pot of tea.
Murong Ting couldn't figure out what the old man meant, so he went to get some tea leaves and brewed some tea for him.
As he was pouring water, he suddenly realized something, his hand trembled, and the hot water almost spilled out.
"What, you've finished pretending to have amnesia and now you want to pretend to have Parkinson's with me?" The old man's voice drifted over.
Murong Ting cursed inwardly, but raised his head and pretended to be innocent: "Grandpa, what are you saying? I don't understand."
"Stop pretending with me!" The old man glared at him. "Have you lost your memory? If you've lost your memory, you know to call the maid outside 'Aunt Zhang'? If you've lost your memory, you know that my tea is placed in the third shelf of the display case?!"
The old man got angry as soon as he started talking about it, and simply took off his shoe to hit him: "You can't live a good life, and you're playing amnesiac with me! I think Xiaoge'er is just too good to you, making you lose your way!"
Murong Ting ran and dodged, saying, "It's not Grandpa, listen to me..."
"I don't want to hear your nonsense! You wait, I'm going to find Xiao Ge'er and give you a good talking to about how you behaved!" The old man put on his shoes and turned to leave, but Murong Ting quickly stopped him: "Wait, Grandpa! My amnesia isn't fake, I really did have amnesia, I only remembered it a few days ago!"
The old man paused, then turned to look at him suspiciously: "Now that you've remembered, why didn't you tell Xiao Ge'er? Didn't you notice that Xiao Ge'er was worried about you?"
Seeing that the old man wasn't leaving, Murong Ting let go of his hand and pouted, "Don't worry about that. I have my own plans."
"Fine, you little rascal, you won't talk, huh? I'm going to find Xiaoge'er right now!"
Seeing that the old man was about to leave again, Murong Ting was at his wit's end: "No, no, no, I'll talk, I'll talk, okay!"
He quickly grabbed the old man and whispered something in his ear.
The old man's eyes lit up: "You really mean it?"
"How could this be fake?" Murong Ting rolled his eyes.
"Oh dear, you brat, you should have said so earlier! Honestly, you had to keep such a good thing from your grandpa!" The old man feigned displeasure with a beaming smile.
Murong Ting said helplessly, "I was just afraid you'd let something slip."
The old man scoffed, "What kind of person do you take your grandfather for?"
As he spoke, he leaned closer and added, "So, is there anything Grandpa can do to help you?"
Murong Ting paused, thought for a moment, and then said, "You know what, there really is something you can help with..."
...
That evening, the old man summoned Kong Wange and said earnestly, "Little Ge'er, I talked to A-Ting, and the kid really can't remember anything. You've been here for quite a few days now, but there's been no progress. Why don't you go back to Kyoto and give it a try?"
Kong Wange was taken aback: "Back to Kyoto?"
“Yes, think about it, although A-Ting grew up in Jiangcheng, he spent the rest of his life in Kyoto before he was seven or eight years old. It’s said that children have the deepest memories in their subconscious. If you take him through all the places he’s been since he was a child, who knows, he might suddenly remember something!” the old man said expectantly.
So, after all this time, we're going back again?
Kong Wange thought for a moment and nodded: "Grandpa's words make sense."
"Right? So you should go back to Kyoto as soon as possible. I'll have the butler book your tickets for tomorrow morning!"
"First thing tomorrow morning?!" Kong Wange was a little confused.
The old man exclaimed, "Ah! Things should be done sooner rather than later. Come on, all of you should go to bed early tonight and get plenty of rest so we can set off tomorrow morning!"
After the old man finished speaking, he sent Kong Wange back to her room.
Kong Wange instinctively felt that something was off, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it, so she had no choice but to go back to her room.
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