Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Xiao Lan looks great now, which makes her look even more radiant, and her skin looks smoother and more supple.

However, her hands had rough skin covered with calluses that were hard to remove, which looked like the marks left by doing farm work, and were extremely mismatched with her very beautiful face.

Upon seeing the jewelry shop, Qiao Lian'er went in and picked out two items for Xiao Lan.

"Princess, please don't. I already owe the Qiao family so much. How can I accept such valuable things?"

Qiao Lian'er said, "You saved Da Meng, so you are the one who did me a favor. Now that you are better, you are still plain-looking and don't have any jewelry. You should dress up properly as a token of our Qiao family's goodwill."

Xiao Lan shook her head again.

Qiao Lian'er leaned close to her ear and lowered her voice: "Miss Xiao Lan, we are here to help you regain your memories. You need to be natural and treat me like a friend. That will make things go smoothly. If you refuse everything, it will be difficult to proceed."

Xiao Lan seemed to be thinking about it, but finally agreed.

"These two items I picked are too expensive, so I'll choose something else."

"it is good."

Qiao Lian'er noticed that Xiao Lan glanced at the exquisite jewelry inlaid with rubies and sapphires and quickly passed by. This was not a habit; rather, a look of novelty flashed in her eyes, indicating that she had not seen them much before. She simply did not want to show her interest and longing and make Qiao Lian'er spend money.

Even if a person loses their memory, their behavior, cognition, and attitudes accumulated from past life experiences will still be instinctively revealed.

This suggests that she may have grown up in a mountain village, not a big city.

But when she looked at it, she noticed that when Da Meng brought Xiao Lan back, the clothes she was wearing were made of fine material and style; they were made of silk, whereas country people usually wore coarse linen clothes.

Qiao Lian'er stroked her chin, feeling that there were many suspicious points behind this.

Xiao Lan chose a plain silver hairpin with carvings and tucked it into her black hair, making her look even more elegant.

She raised her hand to touch the hairpin, seemingly reluctant to let it go, a smile on her face.

It's clear that deep down she believes a hairpin like this is already quite good.

Passing by the food stalls, Qiao Lian'er bought a bunch of snacks and had her maid carry them. She and Xiao Lan ate as they strolled around.

"Miss Xiao Lan, are there any snacks among these that you particularly like?"

The snacks Qiao Lian'er bought were local specialties from various places. The capital city is a big city, and that's the good thing about it—it can gather famous delicacies from all over the country.

"I like eating this rice flour cake." Xiao Lan took another bite. There was only a little bit of rice flour cake left, and she looked like she wanted more.

She added, "It feels like I've eaten this somewhere before; it has a very familiar taste in my mouth."

Qiao Lian'er checked the local customs and products in her space. Rice flour cakes were a specialty snack from Yunzhou in the southwest, which was far from the capital.

That place was only a hundred miles away from Yuezhou, where my maternal grandparents lived.

Is there any connection between Xiao Lan and Yunzhou?

Even traveling to and from Yunzhou by fast horse would take about ten days, so Qiao Lian'er decided to take a shortcut.

She observed the pedestrians on the street but did not notice anything unusual.

But there must be more to the story behind Xiao Lan's appearance at that restaurant.

Before setting off for Yunzhou, Qiao Lian'er went to that restaurant first.

At first, the shopkeeper was unwilling to say anything. He glanced at Xiao Lan and then lowered his head to continue fiddling with the abacus.

Until Qiao Lian'er produced the token of the Princess Zhenguo.

The innkeeper was taken aback and quickly bowed, explaining the situation: "This young lady was brought here by someone. The other party booked her accommodation for half a month. The person who brought her here said to ask the restaurant to take good care of her first, and someone will come to pick her up in half a month."

"But after waiting for half a month, no one showed up. Fortunately, the girl still had some silver on her, enough to pay for her lodging."

Qiao Lian'er asked, "What was its condition when it was delivered?"

"I'm feeling a bit drowsy and not quite lucid. I originally wanted to refuse, but seeing that the other party's momentum is too much to handle, I had no choice but to let them stay."

Fortunately, the girl regained consciousness two days later and was able to eat and drink on her own without any problems.

The shopkeeper was well aware that there might be something fishy going on behind the scenes, but in business, it's better to avoid trouble.

"Is that a Beijing accent?"

"It seems so." The shopkeeper thought for a moment longer. "It must be, and it looks like a servant who was following orders."

Qiao Lian'er was now pretty certain that Xiao Lan had been framed in the capital.

The other party inflicted psychological trauma on her and then forced her to take poison; they were determined to kill her.

There must be someone hiding behind the scenes, secretly watching everything that has happened during this time, but the other party is so patient. Xiao Lan's body is visibly recovering, but the other party has not made any move.

"I implore Princess Zhenguo to keep this a secret for me. I dare not offend anyone."

The two people who came that day had eyes that sent chills down his spine. If the person who came today wasn't the Princess Zhenguo, he wouldn't have dared to say a word.

"Don't worry, you didn't reveal any secrets. I was just asking you about routine matters."

Qiao Lian'er left.

Xiao Lan stood to the side, her expression somewhat distracted.

She was brought to this restaurant while she was still unconscious.

How is this going?

She tried hard to recall something, and her current physical condition allowed her to use her brain for a little longer.

But after a while, Xiao Lan covered her head in pain again.

"I always feel like something is tearing my brain apart, like it's about to split open."

"Then don't think about it anymore. Maybe you'll remember it naturally in the future," Qiao Lian'er comforted her.

Even if she can't remember, she's determined to find out the truth.

Da Meng returned from the camp with a look of excitement on his face, his hands behind his back, holding a bunch of colorful flowers.

He picked these from the grasslands of his fiefdom.

Seeing that he was about to go to Xiao Lan's room, Qiao Lian'er called out to him.

"Brother Da Meng, are you going to give this to Miss Xiao Lan?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it anymore, Da Meng smiled sheepishly and said, "I was afraid Xiao Lan would feel stifled, so I put it in her room."

Qiao Lian'er shook her head: "Do you know what it means to give a girl flowers?"

"I—" Da Meng stammered, "We're both single, so is it wrong for me to give her flowers?"

“It’s not that it’s impossible, it’s that it’s not possible right now,” Qiao Lian’er said. “We haven’t figured out Xiao Lan’s background yet, and a person’s behavior before and after amnesia can be very different. She might not have been like this before.”

"If you want to pursue her, you should wait until you have found out everything before making a decision."

Da Meng is now holding the flowers, unsure whether to give them away or throw them away.

"Leave it to me. I'll have someone put it in a vase and place it on the windowsill next to Miss Xiao Lan's bed."

Da Meng also thought this was a good idea. He scratched his head sheepishly, wondering how Lian'er knew everything while he was just a bit clueless.

The next day, Qiao Lian'er took Xiao Lan to Yunzhou.