“Miss Yan, the Master just sent word. He and General Bu are going to burn some paper for the Zheng family. He’ll return later.”

“Understood.”

Yan Sanhe put down her brush: “Where are Buyan and Young Master Pei?”

Ding Yi: “Miss Li and Young Master Pei left together in the same carriage. They haven’t returned yet.”

Those two?

One carriage?

“Where did they go?”

“They didn’t say.”

Those two words caught Yan Sanhe off guard. These two leaving in the same carriage was already rare, and they hadn’t said where they were going…

At this moment, Tangyuan rushed into the study.

“Miss Yan, the eldest young master and eldest young madam are here. They’ve already reached the inner gate.”

“Which eldest young master, which eldest young madam?”

Ding Yi already had one foot out of the study. Hearing this, he couldn’t help but turn back, looking at Yan Sanhe suspiciously.

Tangyuan was also startled: “Our Xie residence’s eldest young master and eldest young madam. When Third Master was unconscious, they just came to visit.”

Yan Sanhe’s face turned deathly pale.

Seeing Miss Yan’s expression, Ding Yi knew something was wrong. He quickly sent Tangyuan away: “You go invite the eldest young master and eldest young madam to the small flower hall.”

“Yes!”

Ding Yi waited for Tangyuan to leave, then returned before Yan Sanhe and probed: “Miss Yan, do you still remember the eldest young madam’s surname and name?”

Yan Sanhe shook her head.

“Her surname is Zhu. She’s the eldest daughter of the Zhu family. The last heart demon Miss Yan resolved was for the Zhu family. Do you remember all that?”

Yan Sanhe still shook her head.

This time, it was Ding Yi’s face that turned deathly pale.

How could she not remember?

Wasn’t this just two or three months ago?

“Exploding coffins, crows, blood moon, the netherworld…”

“…”

Ding Yi grew anxious: “Peach Blossom Well, life-urging nails, borrowing fortune…”

“…”

Ding Yi stomped his foot: “Mount Wutai, Geng Songsheng, Master Chanyue…”

“…”

Yan Sanhe was stunned for quite a while, still shaking her head woodenly.

It’s over!

Completely over.

Cold sweat dripped from Ding Yi’s forehead. Miss Yan’s amnesia was getting worse and worse. At this rate, she’d truly forget even them. He had to tell Master quickly.

“Don’t panic.”

Seeing Ding Yi like an ant on a hot griddle, Yan Sanhe rose to console him: “Let’s go to the flower hall to see the guests first.”

Ding Yi’s face fell: “Miss Yan, going like this will expose you.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

Yan Sanhe patted his shoulder: “Perhaps when I see them, I can recall some of the past.”

…

In the flower hall.

The couple—one refined and handsome, one beautiful and dignified—both gazed eagerly at Yan Sanhe. Yet Yan Sanhe couldn’t recall at all where she’d met them.

Even these two faces were completely unfamiliar to her.

In just a day or two, she’d forgotten them?

This was very wrong!

“Miss Yan? Miss Yan?”

“Ah?”

Yan Sanhe came back to herself, startled: “What?”

Xie Erlii said gently: “Where’s Third Brother?”

Yan Sanhe: “General Bu is about to deploy and came to bid Third Master farewell. He pulled Third Master outside.”

Xie Erli looked somewhat displeased, complaining: “His heart palpitations just flared up and he only just woke. How could Miss Yan let him go out?”

Seeing her husband’s poor tone, Zhu Weixi quickly explained gently:

“Sanhe, you may not know—because of Third Master’s illness, Old Madam and Madam are so anxious they can’t sleep or eat. Even the Master has fallen ill.”

Your family’s master’s illness isn’t because of Third Master.

Yan Sanhe sneered inwardly.

“Today we came to take Third Master back to help him recuperate properly.”

Zhu Weixi’s voice softened further.

“There are many servants at home. With his eldest brother watching over him, Third Master’s illness might recover faster.”

I rather doubt it!

Yan Sanhe kept a stern face and said nothing.

Zhu Weixi felt strange. Why was this girl so cold today, so taciturn, so difficult to get along with?

“The Master submitted his resignation memorial. In the future, the burden of the Xie residence will fall on the three young masters. Third Master is so young—if his health isn’t restored, his future prospects will be gone. Don’t you agree, Sanhe?”

Yan Sanhe: “…”

Getting no response, Zhu Weixi felt uncertain. Just then, Yan Sanhe suddenly stood and walked before her.

“What did you just say?”

Zhu Weixi was startled by the gloom on her face: “I, I didn’t say anything.”

“You said… future prospects.”

“Oh, right. Third Master’s future prospects.”

Zhu Weixi forced a dry laugh.

“Men should accomplish great things. Third Master is so young, so clever and capable. As long as he takes care of his health, his future prospects will surely…”

“Every man wants future prospects, is that right?”

“This…”

Zhu Weixi glanced at Xie Erli beside her, nodding hesitantly: “Probably so.”

“Ding Yi, Tangyuan, keep the eldest young master and eldest young madam company. I have matters to attend to. I’ll return to the study first.”

Zhu Weixi glanced at Tangyuan and asked quietly: “What’s wrong with your young lady? We were talking fine, then suddenly…”

How could Tangyuan know? “Third Master was unconscious for three days. My young lady kept watch for three days. She’s probably exhausted.”

Xie Erli sighed: “That’s why we’re planning to take Third Brother back—to save her the trouble too.”

“Eldest Young Master.”

Ding Yi quickly smiled ingratiatingly: “Third Master will return shortly. You and the eldest young madam sit a moment. When Third Master returns, hear his opinion.”

“What’s the point of hearing his opinion? If not for him being unconscious yesterday, I would have brought him back yesterday. This estate only has Tangyuan—she doesn’t have three heads and six arms. How can she serve him thoroughly?”

Xie Erli’s face darkened: “Ding Yi, go help Third Brother pack first. When he returns, we’ll depart.”

“Yes!”

Ding Yi left the small flower hall and ran to chase Yan Sanhe.

Unexpectedly, having only run a few steps, he saw Yan Sanhe with hands behind her back, slowly pacing.

“Miss Yan.”

Yan Sanhe’s steps paused slightly. She turned her head to look at Ding Yi coldly: “You’ve come at the right time. Let me ask you—what future prospects do you want?”

“Huh?”

Ding Yi stepped back half a step, scratching his scalp and muttering:

“What future prospects could I have? Third Master’s future prospects are my future prospects. When he gains power, I can swagger around outside and play the master too.”

Third Master’s future prospects were his future prospects?

Yan Sanhe looked at Ding Yi woodenly, a few words surfacing in her mind—

Something… seemed wrong.

…

“Li Buyan, something’s wrong.”

In Spring Breeze Pavilion, Pei Xiao sat across from Li Buyan: “Why did all four of us divine great misfortune?”

Li Buyan’s gaze was stern: “You’re wrong. Yan Sanhe can’t be divined at all.”

“Then it’s even more wrong.”

Pei Xiao set his teacup heavily on the table: “Brother Zhu can even divine the nation’s fortune. Why can’t he divine for her?”

Who knows!

Li Buyan propped her cheeks with both hands, face full of worry.

“Sanhe’s great misfortune must correspond to that incense stick. Third Master’s great misfortune probably relates to his situation with the Xie family. What about us two?”