I made the villain right.

Five days later.

The remaining Bloody Puppets in various places in Kyoto City have been completely eliminated.

Everyone in the city worked together to clean up the corpses and ruins all over the city.

After five sleepless days, they finally cleared away all the ruins and corpses.

After Shi Jin fell from the city wall, he has been in a coma ever since.

She lay quietly on the bed, her eyes and brows closed, but her face was still rosy, as if she had just fallen into a deep sleep.

Fan Hua held her hand beside the bed for several days without closing his eyes.

Apart from keeping vigil for his father, Shengqing Wang, and receiving mourners, he always stayed with Shi Jin.

He looked much more haggard, with dark stubble covering his jaw.

"Gu'er, how is she?"

As soon as Xu Ruogu finished taking Shi Jin's pulse, Fan Hua couldn't wait to ask.

She glanced at Shi Jin and sighed, "Sister Jin's pulse is stable, but she hasn't woken up yet. I have no choice but to wait."

Fan Hua's throat rolled, and the light in his eyes dimmed again. He stroked Shi Jin's cheek with his fingertips and tucked her scattered hair behind her ears. His eyes suddenly became red.

After Xu Ruogu left the room, he let out a broken sob and his voice was so low that it was almost a whisper: "Mianmian, everything is over... How long are you going to sleep..."

"Master, His Majesty is here." Du Xuan's voice sounded outside the door at the right time, breaking the depressing and sad atmosphere.

Fan Hua suppressed his emotions and said, "Okay, I'll go over now."

The mourning hall for King Shengqing was set up in a house not far away.

The white flags hung low as Xu Wusheng and Yun Youying stood quietly in the mourning hall with solemn expressions as they performed a simple worship.

Then, Xu Wusheng asked softly, "When do you plan to bury him?"

"Tomorrow." Fan Hua's voice was low and hoarse, revealing fatigue and sadness that was difficult to conceal.

Yun Youying, who was standing by, thought of Shi Jin and asked, "How is Jin'er? Did the doctor say when she will wake up?"

Fan Hua shook his head. "Nothing is certain yet. We can only wait."

Xu Wusheng exchanged a few words with Fanhua and then returned to the palace.

The next day.

The morning light had not yet penetrated the clouds, but Fan Hua was already standing in the mourning hall of Fan Mansion in plain white mourning clothes.

He looked at the black coffin in the mourning hall, recalling every moment he had with his father.

When the time came, eight strong pallbearers stepped forward steadily and carefully lifted the coffin.

Fan Hua walked at the front of the team, his steps heavy and slow.

The four deans of Fengyun Pavilion were scattering paper money nearby.

There was a dead silence in the procession, no one was crying or attending the funeral. Passersby who saw this expressed their condolences and regret.

Soon, the team arrived at the tomb of King Shengqing.

After the coffin was lowered, Fan Hua knelt on the white marble altar in front of the tomb and gently stroked the words "Tomb of the Holy King" on the tombstone.

He paused, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, "I have asked the Ministry of Works to continue building the palace. The waterside pavilion facing the lake on the west side and the nine-curve corridor are still to be completed."

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard behind her. Zhilu came running over, her skirt stained with water droplets: "Prince! The Crown Princess is awake!"

Fan Hua's pupils suddenly shrank, he stood up and rushed out, riding his horse back at full speed.

But before he could hear Fang Zhilu anxiously said, "But the Crown Princess seems to have a problem with her memory!"

Luo Yi looked worried when he heard this: "What's the problem?"

Zhilu panted for a few times, then said after a while: "She seems to have forgotten everyone except me!"

Soon, Fan Hua rushed into the mansion and prepared to return to his room. When passing by the water pavilion, he saw Shi Jin's figure.

She sat quietly aside, looking at the lake not far away, wondering what she was thinking.

He rushed forward with joy, and when he hugged her tightly in his arms, he was filled with ecstasy of regaining what he had lost: "Mianmian? Are you awake?"

The next second, he was suddenly pushed away by the person in his arms. He narrowed his eyes and said unhappily, "Who are you? Who is Mianmian? Look carefully, I am not her!"

Her voice was cold, with a sense of alienation and vigilance she had never had before.

Fan Hua's originally joyful expression disappeared in an instant. He stared at the familiar face in front of him, but only saw a strange sharpness in the other's eyes, which was completely different from the gentle and loving eyes of the past.

She seemed to be looking at a stranger, even with caution and defensiveness.

Thinking of something, Fan Hua's heart tightened, but he was unwilling to believe this fact, so he confirmed it again.

"Mianmian, I'm your husband Fanhua. Be good, let's stop joking. This joke is not funny at all."

His voice tightened, and he reached out to touch the face that he had been dreaming about, but when he met her gaze, he stopped in mid-air and froze.

Her eyes were filled with disgust and mockery.

Shi Jin raised the corners of his lips sarcastically: "Oh, so you are my husband. To tell you the truth, I have lost all my memories during this period of time. When I woke up, I realized that someone else had occupied my body. The person you loved before was not me. I want to divorce you. Don't get in my way in the future."

After she said that, she turned and was about to leave.

Fan Hua's eyes lost their luster in an instant, bloodshot eyes surged, but his heart was dead silent.

His Mianmian would never talk to him like this. The person in front of him was not his Mianmian.

Where is my Mianmian?

Are you back?

No, how could she abandon me!

With this thought in mind, Fan Hua's eyes turned red. He grabbed Shi Jin's wrist and pulled it back with such force that it almost crushed him.

Shi Jin frowned in pain, and when he turned around, anger rose in his eyes: "Let go!"

"Where is my Mianmian? Give her back to me!"

Shi Jin sneered, "Also? How ridiculous! The Mian Mian you mentioned is the person who forcibly occupied my body. Now that I'm back, she must have either returned to her original place or died."

When Fan Hua heard the word "death", he suddenly grabbed Shi Jin's neck, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"She won't die! I won't let you say that about her."

"I don't recognize your engagement with that woman. You have no right to question me, let alone do anything to me."

After Shi Jin finished speaking, she stomped on Fan Hua's foot, and taking advantage of the moment when the other party relaxed in pain, she suddenly broke free from the restraints.

Fan Hua reacted very quickly and pulled her back with his long arms.

She threw a punch with her backhand, but Fan Hua grabbed her wrist accurately.

Shi Jin used his other hand to chop towards Fan Hua's elbow.

Fan Hua reacted quickly, dodging the attack by turning sideways and raising his leg to sweep towards her knee.

Shi Jin stepped back, staggering, losing balance, and fell backwards.

Fan Hua stepped forward, pulled her back, held her shoulders with one hand, twisted her arms with the other, and pinned her down firmly.

Then he grabbed Shi Jin's neck, revealed a ferocious, morbid and stubborn look and said: "If I kill you, will my Mianmian come back?"

As he spoke, Fan Hua's grip suddenly tightened, and the strength in his hands became stronger and stronger.

Shi Jin's face turned red from being pinched, and he cursed, "Don't dream! She won't come back, even if you kill me."

Suddenly she thought of something, and she stiffened her neck and sneered, "Have you ever thought that she doesn't want you anymore?"

These words were like a poisoned arrow that pierced straight through Fan Hua's heart. His eyes were empty and desolate, like a homeless puppy.

His eyes turned red, he murmured in pain, his voice hoarse: "No... No..."

He let go of Shi Jin all of a sudden, as if his soul had been taken away. He watched her cough violently and fell into deep thought.

Perhaps, she was still in Shi Jin's body, just sleeping.

Maybe she's just leaving for a short while and will come back later.

He still chose to deceive himself and comfort himself, as if he only had hope of survival by relying on these thoughts.

When his eyes met Shi Jin, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which scared Shi Jin enough.

His eyes suddenly darkened: "From today on, don't even think about taking a single step out of this house."

His voice was hoarse, with an almost paranoid madness, "I will guard your body and wait for her to come back."

Fan Hua leaned over and carried the man onto his shoulders, allowing Shi Jin to beat his back.

"Let me go. Why do you control me? I want to leave here."

"Don't even think about it." Fan Hua said gritting his teeth.

After Fan Hua carried Shi Jin back to the house, he immediately closed the door and called a few secret guards to guard the door.