The return journey was still at breakneck speed.

When nearing the city gate, they saw Zhu Qing, who had left first, waiting by the roadside.

Xie Zhifei rode up close and pulled the reins: “What did he say?”

Zhu Qing: “My lord, the person is already waiting at the separate residence.”

Huairen handled this matter not only quickly but also thoughtfully and thoroughly.

Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao exchanged glances and called out loudly: “Return to the separate residence.”

Returning to the separate residence, Tangyuan hurried out to greet them: “Miss Yan, Master Huiru from Water Moon Nunnery has come.”

Yan Sanhe: “I don’t know her.”

Everyone’s steps halted in unison, looking at her in shock.

The looks in their eyes conveyed a certain hint. Yan Sanhe’s face suddenly paled: “Who is she?”

Xie Zhifei couldn’t help but smile bitterly: “The abbess of Water Moon Nunnery, also Lanchuan’s master.”

Yan Sanhe: “…”

Li Buyan: “Water Moon Nunnery is in the western suburbs.”

Yan Sanhe: “…”

Pei Xiao: “The Ji family’s Second Madam even took vows there for three months.”

Yan Sanhe: “…”

Zhu Qing: “It was precisely because of Second Madam that Master Huiru came to you to resolve the demon.”

Yan Sanhe: “…”

Ding Yi: “The one who cracked the coffin was Jingchen.”

Yan Sanhe: “…”

Huang Qi: “Miss Yan… you haven’t forgotten everything?”

Yan Sanhe said reluctantly: “I remember Jingchen.”

With these words, the faces of Xie Zhifei and the others turned even paler than Yan Sanhe’s.

She remembered Jingchen, which meant she’d forgotten everyone else.

“What about the Ji family?”

Pei Xiao was unwilling to accept this: “Do you remember the Ji family? Ji Lingchuan?”

Yan Sanhe searched through her mind, then ultimately shook her head.

“…”

After successive gasps, the surroundings fell into complete deathly silence.

“The Ji family is Mingting’s maternal family. Ji Lingchuan is his uncle. This was the second heart demon you resolved after coming to the capital.”

Xie Zhifei’s expression was grave as he looked at her: “This heart demon involved Wu Guanyue and his son. Do you still remember Wu Guanyue and his son?”

This time Yan Sanhe answered very quickly: “I remember. Wu Shunian also has Zhou Ye by his side.”

She remembered Wu Guanyue and his son, remembered Zhou Ye, but didn’t remember the Ji family…

Pei Xiao frantically winked at Xie Zhifei: What the hell is going on?

Xie Zhifei sighed silently: I want to know too—she remembers those from the second branch, but specifically doesn’t remember the Old Madam and Madam.

Something lightly plucked at his heart. Xie Zhifei immediately asked: “Yan Sanhe, do you still remember Concubine Liu? What about Xie Wanshu?”

“Who are they?”

These four words exploded like thunder beside everyone’s ears, shocking everyone so their souls scattered.

Just a few days ago, she clearly still remembered who Concubine Liu was. How could everything be forgotten after just a few days?

At this rate, wouldn’t it mean…

Xie Zhifei swallowed with difficulty: “Zhu Qing.”

“My lord.”

“Go invite Imperial Physician Pei to take her pulse.”

“Yes!”

“Wait a moment.”

Yan Sanhe looked up, meeting Xie Zhifei’s eyes: “Do I… need to have my pulse taken?”

“What do you think!”

“What do you think!”

Li Buyan and Pei Xiao simultaneously shouted three words loudly, their faces identically anxious.

Yan Sanhe was stunned by the shouting.

“I’ll go see Master Huiru.”

Li Buyan walked a few steps, then turned back: “Lord Pei of the Buddhist Registry, come along.”

Only then did Pei Xiao belatedly react—Water Moon Nunnery was under his jurisdiction. If Huiru truly had some matter, he could still be of use. “Let’s go!”

Ding Yi and Huang Qi exchanged glances and quickly made themselves scarce.

In the blink of an eye, only two people remained on the stone path.

Xie Zhifei looked down: “Where did we first meet?”

Yan Sanhe: “In an alley. You were holding your arms crossed, propping up one leg.”

Xie Zhifei: “What about our first meal together?”

Yan Sanhe: “Spring Breeze Tower. You clearly invited me, but in the end I paid the silver.”

Xie Zhifei: “How much silver did I win from Shan Er at Muli Mountain?”

Yan Sanhe: “I didn’t count. You gave it all to me. I put it separately in a trunk.”

Xie Zhifei: “When I gave you the silver, what did I say?”

Yan Sanhe: “You said it was your wife savings.”

She still remembered everything!

Fire suddenly flared in Xie Zhifei’s eyes: “You’re not allowed to forget even a tiny bit. If you dare forget, I’ll…”

What would he do? Xie Zhifei couldn’t continue.

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t forgotten before—those eight years of daily companionship at Haitang Courtyard, hadn’t she forgotten everything completely?

“I’ll remember it all, Xie Chengyu.” Her eyes held soft light.

Xie Chengyu was silent for a long while, then reached out to tap her nose: “Whoever forgets is a puppy.”

A trace of suspicion flashed through Yan Sanhe’s eyes. Why did these words sound so familiar, as if she’d heard them somewhere before?

“Yan Sanhe.”

Pei Xiao returned, having left and come back: “Master Huiru had a dream a few days ago and dreamed of Lanchuan, so she came to check. Nothing else. Li Buyan has already invited her to stay a few more days.”

Yan Sanhe’s heart settled slightly. She looked up to ask Xie Zhifei: “Shall we go see Yan Xi?”

“What’s the rush? The person can’t run away. Wait until you’ve seen Imperial Physician Pei first.”

Xie Zhifei gave Pei Xiao a look: “You go to the gate to receive your father.”

Him?

Pei Xiao shot Xie Zhifei a “are you stupid” expression: “You go receive him. I’ll hide.”

…

Pei Yu entered the separate residence with a dark expression.

The little beast threw down the words “break the engagement” and ran off, leaving a pile of mess for him to clean up.

His mother was so angry she hadn’t gotten out of bed for three days.

What sin did Pei Yu commit in his past life to raise such a debt collector?

Seeing someone arrive, Xie Zhifei hurried forward with a smile: “Uncle Pei, please come in.”

You’re also a troublemaker—for one Yan Sanhe you don’t even want your parents anymore.

Pei Yu couldn’t even be bothered to glance at Xie Zhifei, walking wordlessly toward the inner quarters.

Arriving at the small flower hall, after brief greetings, his three fingers fell.

Pei Yu’s brow suddenly furrowed. How was the temperature of this wrist colder than before?

The pulse itself was the same as before—feeling the pulse beat, beating quite normally, just unable to diagnose what kind of pulse it was.

Pei Yu coughed: “Miss, where do you feel unwell?”

“Can’t remember things.”

“Probably due to excessive mental exertion, depleting too much mental energy.”

Pei Yu released her hand: “Miss should rest well for a few days to restore your mental energy. No need for medicine.”

“Uncle Pei.”

Xie Zhifei grew anxious: “Didn’t you diagnose any other problems?”

Pei Yu lifted his eyelids and looked at him deeply, thinking: Others may not know, but don’t you know?

Xie Zhifei suddenly remembered—back at Spring Breeze Tower, Pei Yu had said he couldn’t diagnose Yan Sanhe’s pulse and had prescribed medicine randomly.

He’d even cursed him as a quack doctor.

At that moment, Pei Yu glanced sideways at Li Buyan: “Miss Li, how about you see me out?”

Li Buyan’s thoughts were all on Yan Sanhe.

See him out?

Not doing it!

“Imperial Physician Pei, Young Master Pei told us himself—his breaking the engagement has nothing to do with anyone. He simply didn’t want to spend his life facing someone he doesn’t love.”

When Li Buyan got clever, no one was cleverer than her.

“As for me, I know my place. I won’t reach above my station. You can rest completely assured, sir.”

“You…”

Pei Yu’s old face flushed red. With a flick of his sleeve, he left in a huff.

The moment his front foot left, Pei Xiao’s back foot rushed in: “How was it, how was it? Did my father diagnose anything?”

Xie Zhifei shook his head.

Pei Xiao immediately looked worried: “Then what do we do? Should we find another imperial physician?”

“Looking across the realm, physicians better than Uncle Pei won’t exceed ten fingers.”

Xie Zhifei sat before Yan Sanhe: “Think carefully based on your own intuition—what could be the reason?”

Yan Sanhe hadn’t yet spoken when Pei Xiao shouted loudly.

“I’ve thought of it.”

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Today there’s only one update. I wrote another version of the second update but wasn’t satisfied, so I’m rewriting it.