1. The Third Madam of the Dragon Palace, who has lost her memory... Before reading this article, please make sure you understand one thing: this is not a time-travel story. With this understanding, you can now continue reading. ————————————This is the dividing line for the start of t
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1. The Third Madam of the Dragon Palace, who has lost her memory...
Before reading this article, please make sure you understand one thing: this is not a time-travel story.
With this understanding, you can now continue reading.
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As consciousness slowly crept into her mind, she awoke, her head throbbing with pain and her ears ringing. She struggled to open her eyes; the dim moonlight was blinding, but her vision was blurry. She seemed to be lying on cold ground; she moved her fingers and touched cold water and damp earth, smelling the scent of grass. She seemed to be by a river in the wilderness.
She gasped for breath, a sharp pain shooting through her head. She instinctively raised her hand to touch it, but found her arm heavy. It took her a while to finally reach for her head, her hand damp with what looked like blood.
She froze, what was wrong with her?
A man ran up to her, anxiously asking, "How are you? Are you alright?"
She couldn't answer. The pain had drained her strength, and she seemed to still be bleeding from her head. She blinked hard, trying to see the man in front of her, but could only make out a blurry outline.
The man seemed impatient to wait for her to regain her senses. He dragged her to the shore, reached into her clothes and rummaged around, shouting, "Where's your stuff?"
Things? What things?
She could hear a sound coming from afar, but her ears were ringing and she couldn't hear it. The man who was rummaging through her body, however, heard it, because he quickly stood up, turned around and ran away.
Soon, a group of people arrived at her side, making a racket. They were holding torches and shouting loudly. The torches were so bright that they blinded her, but she could still hear what they were saying. "She's here! We found her! We found her..."
Have they found her? Who's looking for her?
Her head was throbbing so badly she couldn't process what was happening, and then she sank back into darkness.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw a dark blue lacquered bed ceiling. She moved and found herself covered with a soft blanket, lying on the bed. Her head seemed to be less painful. She reached out and touched it, finding a bandage wrapped around her head. She carefully and slowly turned her head, looking around the room.
In the center of the room stood a round table with only a round wooden tray, a teapot, and four cups placed upside down on it. Under the table were four chairs, one of which had been pulled off the table, indicating someone had been sitting there previously. The fact that the chair hadn't been removed suggested that person would return soon, and the absence of tea on the table suggested that person was likely a servant.
A small square table stood by the window in the room, on which a bronze mirror, comb, rouge box, and jewelry box were neatly arranged. Against the wall was a large cabinet, on top of which were some of the young lady's odds and ends. It was clear at a glance that this was a young lady's boudoir.
The furniture and decorations were quite tasteful, suggesting a well-off family. However, the house was cold and quiet, with few items, leading her to guess that the owner was not favored. Footsteps sounded outside, and for some reason, she quickly closed her eyes. In that instant, she memorized the positions of the objects inside the house, as well as the doors and windows. She subtly moved, testing her stamina.
All of this happened in a flash, almost unconsciously. Her mind was a little foggy, as if something was wrong. But she couldn't figure out what it was for the moment.
A maidservant entered with light, quick steps. She recognized her voice; the maidservant didn't know martial arts. She cautiously opened her eyes and saw the maidservant's face—she didn't recognize her. But at that moment, she finally realized something was wrong: she had absolutely no memories of the maidservant.
The maid was standing by the bed. Seeing that the woman on the bed had her eyes open, she said, "Madam is awake."
"Madam? So this maid knows her?" The woman on the bed hummed in acknowledgment, but was startled by her own hoarse voice. What was wrong with her? How long had she been lying there?
The maid was quick-witted; seeing this, she poured water and reached
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
Chapter 73
Chapter 74
Chapter 75
Chapter 76
Chapter 77
Chapter 78
Chapter 79
Chapter 80
Chapter 81
Chapter 82
Chapter 83
Chapter 84
Chapter 85
Chapter 86
Chapter 87
Chapter 88
Chapter 89
Chapter 90
Chapter 91
Chapter 92
Chapter 93
Chapter 94
Chapter 95
Chapter 96
Chapter 97
Chapter 98
Chapter 99
Chapter 100
Chapter 101
Chapter 102
Chapter 103
Chapter 104
Chapter 105
Chapter 106
Chapter 107
Chapter 108
Chapter 109
Chapter 110
Chapter 111
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