The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

Zui Xiang Lou was bustling with activity, the cries of waiters and the clatter of dishes echoing one after another. Shen Yun picked up his jade chopsticks and, amidst the steaming heat, picked up a piece of fish and placed it in Jiang Yingxue's bowl.

"Try it, the fish here tastes good." He said softly, "When you came to Zui Xiang Lou that day, you seemed to have left without eating." The cries of street vendors mixed with the chirping of cicadas could be heard from outside the window.

Jiang Yingxue took a bite and nodded: "It's really good."

Before he finished speaking, a piece of osmanthus cake fell into the bowl.

"I ordered this sweet-scented osmanthus cake especially for you. I remember you always missed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in my palace. You would come to the palace every few days, clamoring for a special meal of my sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Jiang Yingxue smiled and said, "Brother Crown Prince, you are a smart man. You are very good at dealing with people, and there are countless women who admire you. I am just one of them. You should know what I meant at that time, right?"

Shen Yun retracted his hand, lowered his brows, and chuckled twice.

"I'm sorry, I failed you."

Behind the screen, Yan Chuan clenched the teacup in his hand. The tea swayed in the cup, reflecting his tense jaw. Every word was like a fine needle, piercing his heart with precision.

Jiang Yingxue picked up the celadon teapot, which was already slightly warm. She called out a few times, but the only response was the noise of the diners downstairs.

"The business at Zui Xiang Lou is probably too good, and the staff is overwhelmed."

Her skirt swayed slightly as she stood up: "It's okay, I'll go out and find them."

With that, Jiang Yingxue walked out the door.

She had only taken two steps after turning left when a warm hand suddenly grabbed her wrist. Before she could react, she was led into the private room next door.

The door closed with a click, and Yan Chuan's breath came down overwhelmingly.

With her back pressed against the carved wooden door, Jiang Yingxue subconsciously held her breath. She was stunned for a moment, but dared not utter a word.

She suddenly turned her head, and a warm kiss landed on the side of her neck. Jiang Yingxue could feel Yan Chuan's breathing hot and rapid, his palms tightly clasping her waist, the force so strong that it almost left finger marks.

"What's wrong with you..." She lowered her voice to a whisper, "There's someone next door."

"I just feel," his voice was hoarse and a little bit gritted, "Your Highness is too cruel. He wants to abandon the Queen again." These words seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his chest, carrying an indescribable emotion.

"That's enough, Yan Chuan..." Jiang Yingxue sighed, raised her hand and gave him a smack on the head. This action was so familiar that they both froze for a moment. She took the opportunity to push him away and pulled him to the next room, only to find that his palms were covered in cold sweat.

The moment he pushed open the door, Shen Yun's gaze lingered on Yan Chuan for a moment. He was startled at first, then relieved.

"It seems that Brother Xu's injury has healed a lot." Shen Yun's voice was still gentle, but his eyes swept thoughtfully over Yan Chuan's slightly messy clothes.

Yan Chuan immediately saluted, his movements so perfect that there was no fault to be found: "Your humble servant pays respects to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Common people?"

Jiang Yingxue couldn't help but hold her forehead with her hand. She curled her lips helplessly: "His wound has healed, but his brain hasn't healed. He has lost his memory."

"So I took advantage of his amnesia," she blinked, "and said that his family had been raided and everyone had been reduced to slavery, and that I had taken him in."

After these words were spoken, the room fell into a strange silence.

Shen Yun: ...

The sunlight from outside the window slanted in, casting tiny spots of light on the wooden floor.

Shen Yun's gaze moved back and forth between the two of them, finally settling on Yan Chuan's slightly confused expression.

His slender fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the teacup. After a moment of silence, he finally pulled out a carved wooden chair and said, "Brother Xu, please sit down."

Jiang Yingxue shook her head slightly upon hearing this, the jade hairpin in her hair swaying slightly with her movements. "Brother Crown Prince, his name is no longer Xu Yanchuan. After faking his death and returning to the Xianyun Sect, he took on his own surname, Yanchuan. In fact, he was taken in by Master when he was ten years old."

Shen Yun raised his eyebrows thoughtfully: "So, I should call Yan Chuan "Senior Brother"

Yan Chuan looked at Jiang Yingxue, then turned back to look at Shen Yun.

He had heard about Shen Yun's temper, and logically speaking, he was not the type to like joking.

"Am I...really a disciple of Xianyun Sect?" There was uncertainty in his voice.

Shen Yun smiled and said, "I didn't believe it at first, but everyone was protecting you that day, and your master Wan Jinan even said word for word that you were his inner sect disciple. It was hard not to believe it."

"Then..." Yan Chuan frowned slightly: "You and mother... No, what is the relationship between His Highness and Jiang Yingxue?"

"Childhood sweethearts, I guess." Shen Yun's answer was understated, but it made Yan Chuan's pupils shrink slightly.

He subconsciously asked: "Aren't they husband and wife?"

"Isn't it you who Yingxue likes?"

Blood instantly dyed Yan Chuan's ears red. He looked at Jiang Yingxue in disbelief: "Me?"

Jiang Yingxue admitted it openly: "Yes."

"Impossible..." Yan Chuan muttered to himself, the blush on his ears spreading to his neck.

Shen Yun rolled his eyes in his heart: "If you are here to show off to me, Yan Chuan, you can go back."

"I just find it incredible. You all say I have lost my memory, but the memories of the torture I suffered in the Xu family in the capital are still vivid. I am so humble, but you say I am an inner disciple of the Xianyun Sect, and you also say Yingxue..."

His eyes were red, and he hoped that this was true, but he could not find any sense of belonging in his body, and instead he was trembling with fear.

I'm afraid it's another scam...

Jiang Yingxue sighed, "Come to think of it, Crown Prince, is there anything in the palace that could help him regain his memory?"

"Yes, there is, but I think his amnesia is different from other people's. I'm afraid there's no cure for it."

"How to say?"

"When most people lose their memory, they either forget who they are or lose memories of a certain period of time. But Yan Chuan only forgets certain things. He has forgotten everything related to the Xianyun Sect. He is so deliberate, as if he has been under some kind of evil spell and someone has deliberately taken away some of his memories."

"Then is there any way to get his memory back?"

Shen Yun suddenly thought of something, and a glint flashed in his eyes: "Speaking of which... Yesterday, I was drinking with the King of Canglan Kingdom and learned that the King has a treasure called the Soul Gathering Lamp. If I can get that lamp, maybe I can help him regain his memory."

He paused, his tone apologetic: "After this meal, I will be leaving for Yun Country. I am afraid I will not be able to help you enter the palace again."

"No problem, I'll think of another way."

"That's okay. I'll think of another way." Jiang Yingxue looked out the window thoughtfully. Chu Ying and Cen Yizi happened to be in the palace; perhaps they could help.