"Isn't there even the slightest bit of recovery?"
Feng Qian was extremely anxious, and she was very afraid that her brother would not be able to regain his memories. What would happen if he couldn't regain his memories?
Could it be that the Feng family's throne is really going to be seized by the Jiang family? Thinking about this, my nerves became even more tense.
"If he regains his memory, he will remember everything; otherwise, he will remember nothing at all."
Shen Ruoxuan spoke the truth, which was a blow to Feng Qian. She took two steps back and sat down on a chair, where Hai Ling comforted her.
"Don't be anxious. We have Shen Ruoxuan here. He is a renowned physician, and he is confident that he can cure your brother. We will know the result tomorrow, so don't worry."
After Hai Ling finished speaking, Nalan Mingzhu also came to comfort her, and Feng Qian finally felt a little better.
However, he was still not in a very good mood. After saying goodbye to Hailing and Mingzhu, he went to his room to rest.
Hailing knew she was in a bad mood, so she let her have some peace and quiet and started assigning Shimei other tasks.
"Mei'er, immediately inform the four hall masters to make preparations. We will be heading to the capital in the next two days."
"Yes, Master," Shi Mei accepted the order and went to prepare, while Hai Ling gestured for Shen Ruoxuan to go back to his room to rest for a while.
That evening, Feng Qian ate a simple meal and went back to her room to rest. Hai Ling, Ming Zhu, and the others knew that she was worried about whether Sima Ye would be able to regain his memory the next day, so none of them disturbed her and let her have some peace and quiet.
The others stayed in Hailing's room, discussing what to do next. Regardless of whether Sima Ye's memory could be restored tomorrow, they should go to the capital; they couldn't stay in Donglin City any longer.
They were dealing with Jiang Batian. They had already wasted a lot of time on Sima Ye's matter and couldn't afford to delay any longer.
After discussing it, everyone went back to their rooms to rest. Now they just had to wait until tomorrow to see if Sima Ye could regain his memory. If he did, everyone would be happy, and the two groups would go to the capital together to find a way to deal with Jiang Batian. If Sima Ye did not regain his memory, then they would split into two groups. One group would go to the capital, while Feng Qian would stay behind to accompany Sima Ye. So they would stay in Donglin City.
However, Hai Ling also hoped that Sima Ye could regain his memory. In that case, they would have a better chance of winning. Furthermore, the Great Zhou Dynasty was becoming increasingly chaotic. If this continued, other countries would inevitably annex the Great Zhou Dynasty. At that time, all countries would want a share of the spoils, and the world would be in chaos.
Hailin does not want the world to be in chaos, because the people suffer the most. Only when the world is stable can the people live and work in peace and contentment.
Therefore, Sima Ye regaining his memory is also a very important matter, and everything depends on tomorrow.
In Feng Qian's room, she was quietly leaning against the couch, holding a book in her hands, but she couldn't calm herself down.
Will her brother regain his memories tomorrow? She's terrified he won't. What should she do? She's a woman. Even if she were to fight her way back to the Great Zhou Dynasty and kill Jiang Batian, she wouldn't know how to govern the country, or who should be in charge. Right now, the Fifth Prince, Prince Shou, has ascended the throne but lacks talent and is completely suppressed by the Jiang family. Then there's the Sixth Prince and the Seventh Prince, but she's not sure if either of them has the ability to govern the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Feng Qian became increasingly confused as she thought about it. Her mind was a mess, and she couldn't help but throw the book aside in frustration, getting angry with herself.
Suddenly, the window opened silently in the dark night, and a strange fragrance wafted in.
Feng Qian immediately became alert. Having spent a year in Yunjiang, she had some knowledge of poisons and the like, so as soon as the incense was released, she knew something was wrong and immediately held her breath.
However, because she was so agitated that evening, by the time she held her breath, the incense had already been inhaled, making her body feel weak. She was terrified and opened her mouth to scream.
But two figures flew in through the window with lightning speed. One of them quickly reached out and pressed her pressure points, and then the two of them reached out and helped her up, floating away.
In that split second, a series of actions were completed.
Feng Qian opened her eyes wide in horror, trying hard to think of who she had offended recently, why these people wanted to capture her, and she was certain that these people were not Helian's people. They did not have the scent of Yunjiang people on them, but rather an unfamiliar scent.
What did they want? A woman, especially a beautiful one, could only imagine countless unsettling scenarios. Thinking of these things, she struggled desperately, her eyes wide open, her dark pupils bloodshot even in the darkness. She thought to herself, "Is tonight my death night? If these people dare to violate me, I'll commit suicide."
However, the two people supporting her noticed her unease and panic, and one of them spoke calmly.
"Don't worry, we won't hurt you. It's just that our master has something to ask you."
His words were cold and emotionless, yet strangely soothing. Sweating profusely, Feng Qian finally relaxed a little and opened her mouth to ask, "Who is your master? Why did you arrest me?"
Unfortunately, she couldn't speak. In the darkness, the two men were quite skilled. They glided quickly through the night, carrying her several dozen meters away in the blink of an eye. They weaved left and right and soon led her into a mansion, where they took her into an elegant and luxurious study.
Then someone released her pressure points, and the two people who brought her there left.
Inside the room, someone was reading a book with their head down. Feng Qian couldn't see their expression clearly. She stretched her limbs and then shouted angrily.
"Who are you, and why did you have me arrested? What grudge do you hold against me?"
As soon as she spoke, the person who was reading at the desk slowly raised their head and looked over.
Upon seeing him, Feng Qian was momentarily speechless. The man before her was simply too stunning, comparable to the devilishly handsome Helian Qianxun. His features were exquisite, like a painting, or rather, an ancient masterpiece. His deep-set face seemed to have been sculpted by a master craftsman. His features were exceptionally outstanding, with long, narrow eyebrows that reached his temples and unfathomable pupils that faintly emitted a pale blue light under the lamplight, yet exuded a cold and aloof aura. He stared intently at Feng Qian, and then the corners of his lips slowly curved upwards.
"I am Ye Lingfeng."
As soon as he spoke, Feng Qian finally knew who he was. It turned out that this man was Ling'er's husband. Once she knew who he was, she knew that this man would not hurt her. He must have asked her to come here because of Ling'er and wanted to know about Ling'er's situation. However, his actions had deeply frightened her, which made her very unhappy. Thinking of this, Feng Qian's face darkened, and she sat down opposite Ye Lingfeng without any politeness.
"Ye Lingfeng, aren't you going too far? I know you want to know about Ling'er's situation, but at least be a little more polite, okay? What you're doing is no different from kidnapping. Do you know how scared I was?"
By the end, Feng Qian's voice had grown much louder, and she was extremely angry. She had previously imagined unbearable scenes and was even prepared to commit suicide to preserve her chastity. She never expected that this man would want to know about Ling'er. How could she not be angry?
Feng Qian was grumbling and about to vent her anger by cursing the man when she heard a deep, magnetic, and sorrowful voice.
Is she alright?
The voice carried a deep sense of loneliness and heartache. Feng Qian's heart stirred, and she couldn't bear to scold him anymore. She looked up at him and saw a man troubled by love. His beautiful face was filled with deep self-blame, as if it was all his fault that Ling'er had suffered such a thing. Seeing him like this, Feng Qian thought that she should also take responsibility. So she couldn't bring herself to scold him and instead offered words of comfort to Ye Lingfeng.
"Don't worry, she's fine. Apart from occasional heartache, she doesn't have any other symptoms. Her heartache is because she's thinking of you. Although you can't see each other right now, believe me, there will definitely be a way to ease this lingering affection."
Feng Qian always believed that Helian Qianxun would definitely have a way. As the patriarch of the Yunjiang clan, if he didn't even have this much ability, how could he still govern Yunjiang? The key was whether he was willing to help Ling'er come up with an idea.
If he couldn't come up with a solution, she was determined to cut ties with him completely. "That damned man," Feng Qian cursed bitterly.
Inside the room, Ye Lingfeng was somewhat relieved after hearing Feng Qian's words, but he still felt heartache and worry when he thought of the child in Ling'er's belly.
"Is the child alright?"
He'd heard that pregnant women were prone to anger and irritability. With him not by her side, who would be her punching bag when she was upset and emotionally unstable? Ye Lingfeng grew increasingly worried, but he couldn't show his face right now. He'd researched records about the "Soft Love Curse" and discovered that this curse meant one couldn't meet in person. If they did, Ling'er would go berserk, harming not only her but also the baby in her womb. That's why he never showed his face, preferring to suffer the pain of unrequited love himself rather than let Ling'er and the baby be harmed in the slightest. Recently, he'd been trying to find a way to break the curse, but he was so worried about Ling'er that he ordered Shizhu and Shiju to bring Feng Qian over to check on her and make sure she was alright before he could relax.