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After coming out of the space, Nan Mo and Gong Chenyu didn't say anything.

The two sat opposite each other in the study.

"I don't know your mother..."

"I don't blame you." Gong Chenyu was interrupted by Nan Mo before he could finish his words.

She stared at him with her phoenix eyes, "I should have told you about my mother the first thing I did after returning from Butterfly Valley, instead of..."

"Mo'er."

Gong Chenyu suddenly came to her side, leaned over and looked into her eyes, his eyes full of affection, "Mo'er, I will find a way to restore your memories from your previous life, and then remove the curse from your mother's body, believe me."

"I believe."

Nan Mo took a deep breath, "At least now I know my mother is not in danger of death. I have waited for so many years, so I am not afraid to wait any longer."

Gong Chenyu kissed her forehead and whispered, "No matter what happened in the previous life or what relationship the Mohist School and Nanzhao State had with us, I don't want these things to affect you and me now."

Nan Mo raised her eyes, and when she saw the panic flashing across Gong Chenyu's peach blossom eyes, she reached out her hand and climbed onto his neck, "I know you as you are now, and I want to marry you as you are now, so don't be afraid, our wedding date will not change, and my heart will not change either."

Nan Mo's affirmative words were like a reassurance to Gong Chenyu, and he felt much more relaxed.

The panic in his eyes disappeared and was replaced by joy.

After just coming out of the space, he had been worried and afraid.

Nan Mo wanted to postpone the wedding because of the Mo family curse, fearing that something unexpected would happen between him and her.

For some reason, recently there was always a voice in his heart telling him to marry her as soon as possible, as if he had been waiting for this wedding for a very long time.

At this moment, he felt at ease holding the person in his arms, but at the same time he knew that he could not be selfish and only care about his own feelings.

Nan Mo needed to be made aware of the affairs of the Mohist School and the Nanzhao Kingdom. He also wanted to find out how these things related to him.

"Would you like to come to the palace tonight?"

Suddenly, Nan Mo heard Gong Chenyu's low voice above her head and looked up in confusion.

Then I heard him continue, "Rongsheng is old, and he broke his leg some time ago, so he has been recuperating at home. Maybe we should meet him.

I never took to heart the stories he told me about the Nanzhao Kingdom when I was a child, so I don’t remember them clearly now. Maybe if we go and ask, we will be more familiar with this country.”

"it is good."

That night.

When Nan Mo arrived at Prince You's Mansion, Gong Chenyu took her directly to the courtyard where Rong Sheng lived.

"Master, you are here."

At this time, Rong Sheng was not lying on the bed, but sitting in a wheelchair in front of the window. There was a newly painted painting on the table.

As he spoke, he was about to put away the painting, but was stopped by Gong Chenyu.

Gong Chenyu and Nan Mo came to the table and looked at the painting on the table where the ink had not yet dried. They were both a little surprised.

"tiger?"

"tiger?"

The two of them finished their words at the same time, and then said in unison, "Liger?"

The moment Liger said the three words, the two looked at each other instantly.

Unsure once again asked at the same time, "What did I just say?"

At this moment, both of them understood one thing, they seemed to know the tiger in the painting.

Rong Sheng sat in a wheelchair, holding the edge of the drawing paper with one hand. It was not right to pull it away, nor was it right not to pull it away.

When he heard the two people say the name Liger, he was so excited that he wanted to stand up.

"what!"

But he was unable to stand up, which made his leg injury worse.

Gong Chenyu helped him sit down, and Nan Mo gave him a pill.

"It will help your leg injury heal."

Upon hearing this, Rong Sheng hurriedly swallowed the pill and thanked Nan Mo respectfully, "Thank you, mistress, for the medicine."

When people in Gong Chenyu saw Nan Mo, they all called her "Princess". Only the old eunuch Rong Sheng called her "Miss Nan" from the beginning, and "Mistress" after the wedding date was confirmed, and never called her "Princess".

Nan Mo never cared about these things, it was just a name.

But ever since she learned about the existence of the Mohist School and the Nanzhao Kingdom, she always felt that the term "mistress" and the term "master" when addressing Gong Chenyu had a hidden meaning.

Thinking of this, she didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Uncle Rong, we want to know about the Mohist School and the Nanzhao Kingdom?"

Rong Sheng did not answer, but asked, "Master, have you recovered your memories from your previous life?"

Gong Chenyu shook his head slightly, "No."

"Then how did you know that the image in the painting was not of a so-called tiger, but of an animal called a liger?"

"Subconsciously, I thought it was a liger."

Hearing this answer, Rong Sheng seemed to be thinking about something.

After a while, he looked at Nan Mo again, "Did the mistress blurt it out subconsciously?"

"Yes."

"It seems that the master and mistress' memories of their previous lives are slowly recovering."

He said calmly, "I originally wanted to wait until the master and mistress got married before telling you about some things in my previous life, but now that you've asked, I shouldn't hide it."

"Our previous life was related to the Nanzhao Kingdom and the Mohist School?"

Rong Sheng nodded and said, "The lion-tiger beast in this painting I drew is closely related to the master, but I don't know what the specific relationship is.

The old slave was getting older and his memory was gradually deteriorating, so he was afraid of forgetting what the liger looked like, so he copied it from time to time.

That year, I brought you, my young master, to the Great Xia Kingdom. Because you saved the late emperor by chance, your youngest master has lived as the late emperor's ninth prince.

The reason why I brought you to Daxia is because the National Master has calculated that the mistress will be born in the womb of the Saint of Butterfly Valley in this life.

Butterfly Valley has gone through several generations of saints, and finally in this generation, the mistress was born. The entire Mo family and the royal family of Nanzhao were all happy and joyful. After all, the master had paid too much and waited too long to wait for the mistress to reincarnate. "

At this point, Rong Sheng looked at Nan Mo and explained anxiously, "My mistress came to ask me today, so I must have known about the Mo family curse. My mistress can rest assured that although the Saint is cursed, her life will not be in danger. The Mo family and the Nanzhao royal family will not put the life of the mother who gave birth to my mistress in danger."

"We know something about the Mohist curse, and we also know that my mother's life is not in danger for the time being."

Rong Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, Madam, as long as the master recovers his memories from his previous life, the curse can be lifted."

After a pause, he continued, "As for the Mo family and the Nanzhao royal family... the Nanzhao royal family's surname is Xiao, and the Mo family and the Xiao family are originally one family. In every generation of the royal family, there is a princess with the surname Mo who inherits everything from the Mo family. This has been passed down from a long, long time ago."