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

The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind made the lanterns rustle, but the soul-gathering lamp remained motionless in the bitter night wind.

Jiang Yingxue brought Yan Chuan outside the hall. Several palace maids and guards were standing outside the door, trembling. When they saw Jiang Yingxue and Yan Chuan, they thought of how they had just worked together to beat the four imperial guards into weaklings, and immediately fled in all directions like frightened birds.

In an instant, they were the only two left in front of the hall.

There was a lot of noise in the hall, but it didn't affect Jiang Yingxue's work at all. She was afraid that she would not be quick enough and would miss the opportunity.

She was really curious about so many things, and now she had to get Yan Chuan's memory back.

"It's not convenient to cast spells here, let's find a more open place."

She pulled Yan Chuan and walked for a long way before finding an open space. Then she took a deep breath, held up the soul-gathering lamp with both hands, and silently said:

"With the lamp as a guide, with the soul as a bond... The universe is dark and yellow, and the soul returns to its original place!"

As soon as the spell fell, the Soul Gathering Lamp suddenly glowed with golden light. The candle flame suddenly grew three feet, transforming into a giant golden lotus, slowly floating above Yan Chuan's head.

The lotus petals bloomed one by one, each one engraved with runes, emitting a heart-pounding pressure.

Strands of golden light converged from all directions, pouring into the Soul-Gathering Lamp like an inverted galaxy. Then, they transformed into a trickle, slowly flowing into Yan Chuan's brow. His body trembled slightly, and complex golden lines appeared on his forehead, moving like living things.

Yan Chuan closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

His consciousness seemed to be pulled into a whirlpool, and countless fragments of memory flashed by like a kaleidoscope: the morning bells and evening drums of Xianyun Sect, his master's sometimes lazy and sometimes stern admonitions, his encounter with Jiang Yingxue under the ginkgo tree in front of the Xianyun Sect, and the scene of fighting side by side with his fellow disciples to complete the mission... These memories poured in like a tide, making his temples throb.

The light of the soul-gathering lamp grew brighter and brighter, and the entire open space was as bright as day.

Suddenly, the Soul Gathering Lamp vibrated violently, and the lotus petals withered. Yan Chuan suddenly opened his eyes, slowly raised his hand, and a golden lotus condensed at his fingertips.

The night wind blew gently, and the afterglow of the soul-gathering lamp gradually dissipated at Yan Chuan's fingertips.

He put away his magical weapon, his voice calm but with a barely perceptible tremor: "I remember now."

"Big Brother?" Jiang Yingxue leaned forward slightly, the moonlight outlining her delicate profile. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with anticipation. "Are you sure you remember?"

"Yeah." Yan Chuan lowered his eyes. The moment he met Jiang Yingxue's gaze, he quickly turned his head away as if burned. The blush on the tips of his ears was particularly obvious in the moonlight.

Seeing this, Jiang Yingxue immediately walked around to him and said, "Don't hide, Senior Brother. Isn't it good that you remember now?"

Yan Chuan said nothing and just kept avoiding the question.

Jiang Yingxue persisted, "What's wrong? How much of your memory have you recovered?" A sly glint flashed in her eyes, "Do you remember calling me Empress and asking me to love you?"

"Jiang Yingxue..." Yan Chuan spoke in a calm voice, pausing over each word. Shame surged from his feet to his forehead. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the hem of his sleeves, unsure of what had gotten into him to so shamelessly do such an animalistic thing to Yingxue.

But now that he thought about it carefully, it was because Luo Wei's soul cleansing technique made him abandon his self-cultivation and magnify his greed, which made him so shameless... Thinking of this, the tips of his ears turned even redder.

"We are a reputable and upright sect after all, we can't—"

"Don't be shy, senior brother." Jiang Yingxue came closer with a smile, her breath brushed against Yan Chuan's ears, making him take a step back involuntarily.

Ah, forget it.

Yan Chuan's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was a little dry: "Sorry, I wasn't very clear-headed at the time, so..."

"Big Brother, are you saying this because you don't want to take responsibility for me?"

"No!" Yan Chuan waved his hands hurriedly, but when he met Jiang Yingxue's smiling eyes, he wilted again: "I just feel that Yu Li seems...not like this?"

Jiang Yingxue rolled her eyes, her face particularly vivid in the moonlight: "Between us, why are you shy? It's not like we haven't done it before. Have you forgotten that when we were trapped by Luo Wei, didn't we..."

Yan Chuan immediately covered his mouth: "Okay, stop talking."

Jiang Yingxue laughed out loud when she saw this. She pushed Yan Chuan's hand away and pinched his face hard: "It's good that your memory has returned. Let's go back and take a look."

Jiang Yingxue was in a good mood. Her senior brother's memory was restored and the lives of the eight great families were saved, but suddenly she stopped.

No, since the lives of the eight great families were saved, why didn’t the system show that the task was completed?

unless...

"No, they are still in danger!"

Thinking of this, Jiang Yingxue immediately ran towards the main hall.

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On the other side, in the main hall, Mr. Zheng did not give in at all.

"The king keeps saying that women can't go there, but isn't the border guarded by the Fifth Princess?"

Old Zheng sneered, "When it comes to the throne, you're talking about gender differences. But when it comes to the battlefield, why don't you see the men of your royal family charging into battle? A king like you still wants to rule such a great country? You might as well let the Fifth Princess do it! Since there's no woman to be king, let the Fifth Princess be the first one!"

As he spoke, Old Zheng glanced at Fu Rong and said, "Fifth Princess, I support you. What do you think?"

Fu Rong swallowed, she only thought about the common people and protecting the territory, but she never thought that one day someone would support her to ascend the throne.

The eldest prince immediately stood up from the ground and confronted Elder Zheng: "Master Zheng, Fifth Sister is just a rough man who only knows how to lead troops in battle, not how to govern a country! She can guard the borders, but I absolutely do not agree to hand over the country to her!"

"Prince!" Old Zheng stroked his beard. "She at least knows how to lead troops in battle, but you only know how to curry favor with your father. What else do you know?"

His expression suddenly turned cold as he spoke: "I still say the same thing, unless the Fifth Princess becomes king, our Zheng family will leave!"

Fu Zhanxiong gripped the handle of the chair fiercely: "Zheng Tianchang! Don't think that just because you have some ability to defend against the monster, I can't do anything to you."

"Oh? Then what other tricks does the king have that he hasn't used yet? Let me see them."

Fu Zhanxiong closed his eyes, then looked at Lu Xian: "Master Lu, if you have the ability to solve the problem at hand today, I will agree to your previous request."

"I see... That's right, my king."

Lu Xian waved his whisk and walked out from behind the beam.

I don’t know if it was Chu Ying’s illusion, but she always felt that Master Lu’s eyes were much emptier than when she first met him.

"I know what you are thinking right now, Your Majesty. You hate the Eight Great Families, but you don't dare to kill them because you rely on them to suppress the demons."