The prince stepped on me to get to the top, I angrily flirted with the enemy's hostage

The air was dead.

Even the Nineteenth Princess, who was originally angry because she was ignored, subconsciously held her breath and looked at the southern woman in front of her in shock and suspicion who dared to write such rebellious words to her Ali.

The last trace of pretended ease on Andre's face completely disappeared.

The bronzed skin seemed to be a little tighter, and the jawline was tightly clenched.

Extremely complicated emotions surged in those hawk-like eyes.

consternation.

lost.

Yes, lost.

He would rather she really lost her memory, be ignorant, fragile, and completely dependent on the environment he provided, like a beautiful bird with its claws and memory plucked out, and could only sing in his golden cage.

That way, he could use false tenderness, or even threats, to slowly reshape her, making her completely belong to the desert and to him, Andre.

But she remembered.

Remember how he had forcibly abducted her, remember all the hatred and calculations.

She was calmer and sharper at this moment than even when she was in the ruins of the Southern Kingdom's Palace.

She is not a bird in a cage, she is a dormant wounded eagle. Even though her wings are not yet fully grown and her claws are not strong, her eyes have never surrendered.

All his calculations seemed like a clumsy joke in the face of her words "You have no choice".

"Heh..." Andre suddenly chuckled, his voice was hoarse and carried an indescribable meaning.

He reached out, picked up the stack of papers that Su Rou had carefully prepared on the table, and glanced through them.

The above information contains detailed intelligence, clear analysis, and even some preliminary differentiation strategy suggestions for different tribes...

Each one shows how much thought the owner has put into it and how sharp his mind is.

This was much more difficult and...more valuable than he had expected her "recovering her memory".

He raised his eyes and his gaze fell on Su Rou's face again. His scrutiny became particularly deep. "Miss Su is really... every time we meet, she can always give me a new 'surprise'."

He deliberately emphasized the word "surprise", and it was hard to tell whether it was praise or sarcasm.

Su Rou just looked back calmly, as if the person who just wrote those almost threatening words was not her.

Andre pressed the paper back on the table with a slight "click" sound.

He stood up straight, regaining his arrogant demeanor, but his tone softened slightly, with a resigned and pragmatic tone. "Alright. Since Miss Su has such ambition, I'd like to hear your insights to help me save effort."

He didn't look at the stack of papers again, but stared into Su Rou's eyes. "Tell me about your plan in detail. Remember, what I want is practical implementation, not just empty talk."

She picked up her pen and prepared to begin to explain the plan she had been thinking about for some time.

However, Andre seemed to have suddenly lost all his patience, or rather, Su Rou's "no amnesia" disrupted some secret expectations of his, making him unwilling to deal with her at this moment.

He turned around abruptly and said to Princess Nineteen, "What are you still doing here? Get out!"

Princess Nineteen was startled by his sudden anger and pouted in grievance, but she did not dare to disobey. She glared at Su Rou fiercely, stomped her feet and ran out.

Andre looked at Su Rou again, his tone unquestionable, "Write it up in detail and I want to see it by this time tomorrow."

After saying that, he didn't even stay for a second and turned around and left with big strides.

The scarlet cloak drew a sharp arc at the door, bringing up a gust of cold wind.

The curtain fell, isolating him from his departing figure and the noisy world outside.

Su Rou's hand holding the pen was suspended in mid-air, and she frowned slightly.

Andre's reaction was... stranger than she had expected.

But she quickly suppressed her doubts.

Regardless, he gave her a chance.

Andre strode out of the side hall, his face so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

Upon seeing this, the trusted guards and officials waiting outside held their breath and lowered their heads, not daring to make the slightest sound.

He did not return to the meeting room, nor did he go to any concubine's palace. Instead, he went straight to the most heavily guarded secret library deep in the palace.

Not only are there files of the royal families of the desert throughout the ages collected here, but also some rare books and classics from various states and countries, and even... some secret medicines and prescriptions unknown to outsiders.

"Everyone stay outside!" Andre ordered coldly, pushed open the heavy stone door alone and walked in.

The secret chamber was dimly lit and filled with a strange smell mixed with old books and special medicinal herbs.

Ignoring the vast amount of military and national strategies, he walked directly to a heavily locked ebony rack in the deepest part.

He personally opened the copper lock with the key he carried with him and took out several ancient scrolls made of some unknown animal skin.

What was recorded on the scroll was not orthodox medical skills, but some secret medicines, witchcraft and... poison methods that were circulated among the ancient tribes in the desert.

Some of them are sinister and treacherous, and have long been banned by successive desert kings.

Andre's fingers hurriedly turned the yellowed and fragile animal skin scroll, and his sharp eyes swept over the obscure symbols and pictures on it.

He is looking for...

Find a drug or method that can help people forget the past.

why?

A voice in his heart roared in annoyance.

If she forgets, forgets Nan Guo, forgets the Su family.

Then everything can start over.

He could make her get used to the desert step by step, rely on him, and finally... truly belong to him.

Instead of being like now, with bloody calculations and cold exploitation between each other!

Her clear yet cold eyes made him extremely upset!

"Forget-me-not... Three days of drunkenness and dreams, and upon waking, memories are hazy..."

"The juice of the Heartbreak Flower... combined with a spell, can sever certain emotional ties..."

"Gu... Heart-to-Heart Gu? No... not this..."

He read line by line, and the more he read, the tighter his brows furrowed.

Most of these records are vague, with strange effects and serious side effects, which can cause dementia at the mildest and life-threatening at the worst.

Moreover, most of the required medicinal materials have long been extinct or are difficult to find.

There is no such thing as a "perfect" drug that can accurately erase her memory without damaging her intelligence and health.

He slammed the scroll shut, making a muffled sound that echoed in the silent secret room.

Violence surged in my heart.

Why not?!

Is this the only way he can continue to be wary of her?

"Ariel?"

Outside the secret chamber, the cautious voice of Princess Nineteen was heard.

She was worried after all, so she followed him.

Andre forced himself to suppress his turbulent emotions, stuffed the scroll back into its place, and locked the cabinet door.

When he turned and walked out of the secret chamber, his face had regained its usual cold and majestic look, but there was still a trace of gloom in the depths of his eyes, a result of not getting what he wanted.

"What's the matter?" He looked at Princess Nineteen with an unfriendly tone.

Princess Nineteen shrank her neck in fear at the coldness in his eyes and whispered, "No...nothing...it's just...it's just that Su Rou, she really didn't lose her memory? Ali, didn't you say before..."

Andre interrupted her harshly, a trace of anger flashing across his eyes at having his thoughts exposed. "I know her situation well. Don't provoke her, and don't say a word about what happened today!"

Princess Nineteen had never seen Andrei speak so harshly to her, and it was all because of that southern woman. She felt wronged and angry, but she didn't dare to refute him. She could only lower her head with red eyes, "...I understand."

Andre stopped looking at her and waved her off irritably.

He stood alone in the empty corridor, looking at the twinkling lights of the royal court in the distance and the endless dark sea of ​​sand beyond that, his brow furrowed.

There is no medicine for amnesia...

So, this road is no longer viable.

So what should he do?

Kill her? No, absolutely not.

He would never let go of her value, her intelligence, and even her cold beauty.

Then, there is only one way left.

Cooperation.

Utilization.

Take control.

He used his powerful strength and interests to tie her firmly to his chariot, so that even if she remembered everything, she had to rely on him and be used by him.

until one day…

perhaps…

A paranoid and dark light flashed in Andre's eyes.

Since I can't make her forget, then let her get used to it completely, get used to the desert, get used to his existence, get used to it to the point that... she can no longer leave him.

He turned around and said solemnly to the shadows, "Pass the order down. Gather the elders and ministers of the eastern tribes for a meeting in the council chamber tomorrow. Also..."

He paused, "Submit to me immediately the policy paper that Miss Su from the side hall will write tomorrow."