Las cosas malas suceden a menudo

Capítulo 73

Jun Wuhen remained calm, with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Yun'er, don't get excited. Answer my questions first, and then I'll tell you everything you want to know, okay?"

The light dancing in her icy blue eyes gradually put her at ease.

Qingyun nodded.

Do you know who the current emperor is?

Qingyun pondered for a moment, then shook her head, then nodded. "I was unconscious for half a year, completely cut off from the outside world. However, the emperor is of course the emperor of Fengxi, though we can't rule out the possibility that someone plotted to usurp the throne, or that Fengxi was captured by another country, or perhaps..."

Jun Wuhen interrupted her, both amused and exasperated, "Yun'er, just answer my questions. You don't need to put your ideas for writing a book here."

Qingyun stuck out her tongue and said playfully, "It's just my nature!"

Jun Wuhen looked at her helplessly, his eyes full of laughter.

"Okay, next question. Do you remember Prince Pingyan?" he asked somewhat cautiously.

Qingyun blinked and shook her head.

Where is Princess Fengxue?

He shook his head again.

...

A moment of silence fell over the air.

Qingyun said somewhat impatiently, "Why do you keep asking about princes and princesses? I can't possibly deal with those kinds of people, can I?"

Jun Wuhen patted her shoulder, signaling her not to be impatient.

He pointed to himself, a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"Then who am I?"

Qingyun stared at him and noticed the expectation in his eyes. She bit her lip, swallowing back the "I don't know you" that was on the tip of her tongue. She began to look him up and down.

He wore a plain black dress, with a single petal inconspicuously placed on the lapel. The petal was as red as blood, resembling a raging flame, extremely rampant.

She remembered that only those who left the palace would have such a mark.

I looked into his eyes again.

She remembered that the Martial Arts Master's eyes were ice blue.

"Hehe..." Qingyun covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyelashes fluttering slightly with her smile, "You are the Martial Arts Master Jun Wuhen."

Suddenly, Qingyun seemed to remember something, and her expression became somewhat awkward.

Jun Wuhen's eyes instantly lit up with boundless joy, but it dimmed again in the next moment. He noticed her form of address. She recognized him, but didn't simply remember him.

Seeing his gloomy expression, Qingyun was somewhat puzzled, her voice carrying a hint of hope, "Aren't you Jun Wuhen?" For some reason, she suddenly hoped he wasn't Jun Wuhen. If he were, then…

Jun Wuhen suddenly remembered the words on that piece of paper.

"The past is gone; I hope you cherish it."

He chuckled softly, taking her hand in his, his icy blue eyes filled with endless tenderness. He didn't want to dwell on the past; he only wanted the present.

"No, I am Jun Wuhen."

Qingyun forced a smile.

Volume Two: Fate Destined to Meet in a Separate Palace, Separate Palace 5

"Yun'er, what do you remember now?" Jun Wuhen asked patiently.

Qingyun's expression turned strange as she stared at him. "Have I forgotten something? Why do you keep asking me if I remember anything?"

Jun Wuhen paused for a moment, then said softly, "Don't overthink it. Didn't you say you were in a coma for half a year? So now I'm testing your memory."

Qingyun was skeptical, but she still answered his question.

"I'm Qingyun. I've made a living writing books since I was a child. Many, many people like to read my books and often urge me to write sequels! Especially that Li Ge!" When she mentioned Li Ge, she puffed out her cheeks. Although there was a complaining look in her eyes, it was not hard to see a kind of relaxed and contented feeling behind the complaints. "They always come with that stupid bird to urge me to write, without even thinking about how hard it is for me to write a book!"

Jun Wuhen held her hand, tightening his grip little by little.

The look in her eyes, the world she spoke of, her past memories—these were things he had never encountered before. The ease in her expression and the ethereal quality in her eyes when she spoke of parting songs were things he could not grasp.

How much of her heart did that stranger, Li Ge, hold?

"Anything else?" Jun Wuhen's voice was calm, but the icy blue in his eyes slowly turned azure, betraying his emotions.

"Hmm... Also, since I fell into a coma for half a year, I've lost all my martial arts skills, and I've also been poisoned by a very special kind of poison that I still haven't been cured of..."

Suddenly, Jun Wuhen's hand tightened, and he asked, word by word, "What kind of poison have you been given?"

For some reason, Qingyun felt a sense of peace with Jun Wuhen in front of her, allowing her to speak her secrets without any reservations, and it was the only person she could tell her secrets to.

"The poison of the Silver Mountain Satin Clan."

Jun Wuhen was taken aback. Suddenly, he remembered the Soul-Dew Pill. He quickly asked, "Where is the Soul-Dew Pill?"

Qingyun bit her lip, opened her mouth as if to say Li Ge, but swallowed it back. In the end, she only said a few words, "They saved someone."