The prince kneels every day. Has the princess forgiven him today?

When Song Xiwan woke up, her head felt very dizzy.

She squinted her heavy eyelids and found herself in a dilapidated house with a lonely figure standing at the door.

This is where?

Song Xiwan tried to prop himself up, causing the person in front to turn around.

"Awake? Still feeling bad?"

Yan Wushuang walked over, a flash of nervousness across his brows.

Song Xiwan covered her forehead, a little surprised when she recognized him, "Why are you here? No, where are we?"

Yan Wushuang observed the changes in her expression and was not sure how much she had forgotten.

Should we go to the military camp, or go further to the capital?

"Did you forget it?"

Song Xiwan recovered from the pain and didn't notice Yan Wushuang's probing. After trying hard to recall, she said, "I remember... you were teaching me the Hidden Dragon in the Abyss move."

How did she come to this strange place? As a princess, she would be criticized if she left the house without permission.

By then, it will cause trouble for the prince again.

The prince would probably be even more reluctant to see her.

Yan Wushuang's face froze; the answer was beyond his expectations.

"Wha, what?"

Hidden Dragon in the Abyss is the Yan family's unique move. He had seen Song Xiwan use it in a fight with Qi Wei, but she said it was taught by someone else in the Yan family.

But now, she said he was teaching her?

Song Xiwan was also puzzled as to why Yan Wushuang was so absent-minded. She pursed her lips and said, "My aptitude is too poor. It's okay if you don't want to teach me."

Revenge is just an obsession, and she also knows that it is extremely difficult.

Yan Wushuang's breathing became a little faster.

He had thought of many possibilities beforehand, but he had never expected such a ridiculous situation. He even suspected that Song Xiwan's memory was confused.

He didn't dare to ask, so he could only vaguely agree, "No, you are very smart."

Song Xiwan's eyes flashed with embarrassment, and she whispered, "Thank you."

Yan Wushuang was stunned again.

This kind of Song Xiwan felt very unfamiliar to him. She was obviously a very tough person and would not show any cowardice or softness when faced with danger.

At this moment, she seemed very cautious.

Yan Wushuang was at a loss.

The atmosphere in the room became much colder as a result.

Song Xiwan stood up and said, "It's getting late. I have to hurry back to the palace, otherwise there will be a lot of gossip tomorrow."

The prince is in a difficult situation now, and she can't make things difficult for him anymore.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she stood up, her arm was grabbed by Yan Wushuang.

Song Xiwan looked up blankly, not realizing that she was meeting Yan Wushuang's deep eyes, which contained extremely complex emotions, which made her heart tremble.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"who am I?"

Yan Wushuang's voice was hoarse, and he wanted to confirm.

Song Xiwan smiled helplessly, "Master Yan, why do you ask such a question? It's quite scary."

Yan Wushuang's face was tense.

Scary indeed.

They look exactly the same, so why did he become a different person after taking the antidote? Is there something wrong with the antidote?

He thought for a moment and took Song Xiwan's pulse again, which was very stable.

Now Song Xiwan sensed something was wrong and quickly pulled his hand away, a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"Master Yan, why are you acting so strangely today?"

How should Yan Wushuang explain that he was not the strange one.

Song Xiwan didn't wait for his answer, turned around and walked outside, just wanting to return to the palace as soon as possible.

Who knew that it was a wasteland outside.

They were in the mountains, and this forest was particularly unfamiliar to them.

Song Xiwan's body froze in place, her throat seemed to be strangled by something, and she couldn't utter a word.

"What exactly did you mean? Did I teach you martial arts? And you should go back to the palace?"

Yan Wushuang's hoarse questioning voice behind her made her feel cold.

Song Xiwan was stunned.

She intuitively felt that Yan Wushuang had no intention of hurting her, but why did he seem not to understand what she said and still ask these questions despite knowing the answer?

After a moment of silence, Song Xiwan asked softly, "Did something happen to me?"

Yan Wushuang's expression tightened.

Those questions seemed unimportant at this moment. Even though she was frightened and panicked, she did not doubt that he was the one who planned this.

"You've been poisoned. After taking the antidote, you won't remember anything that happened recently."

Song Xiwan breathed a sigh of relief, "So that's how it is."

Immediately he became nervous again.

"How long have I been away from the palace? I have to go back quickly!"

Seeing that she was determined to return to the palace, Yan Wushuang felt a surge of anger in his heart. Why did she still remember the palace even though she didn't remember anything?

He asked puzzledly: "Why do you have to go back to the palace?"

Song Xiwan was somewhat accustomed to the incoherent conversations with Yan Wushuang, and wondered in her heart whether Yan Wushuang had also been poisoned and lost his memory.

"As Princess Xuan, where else should I go if not back to the palace?"

And the Song Mansion is no longer her home.

Yan Wushuang clenched his fists and continued to ask, "Princess Xuan?"

This repeated questioning made Song Xiwan a little surprised. "You can't have forgotten all this, right? What on earth do you still remember?"

Yan Wushuang: “…”

He had never felt so powerless.

Who is it that forgets things?

It's too weird.

Yan Wushuang originally wanted to take her to a secluded house to spend some time together before making any plans, but now the situation seems to be getting worse.

She swore that the memories he had not participated in made him begin to doubt himself.

“I don’t remember.”

Song Xiwan's eyes widened and she was speechless for a moment.

The two looked at each other silently.

To clear up his confusion, Yan Wushuang asked, "So what do you know?"

Song Xiwan's focus was on, "What kind of poison have we been poisoned by? You are such a powerful martial artist, and someone has attacked you in the palace?"

Yan Wushuang lowered his eyes and answered concisely, "Cang Nation's 'death'."

"How ridiculous! The Cang Kingdom has gone too far. It's been almost eight years, and the people of Cang Kingdom are still going to kill you?!"

Song Xiwan was so angry that her face turned red.

Yan Wushuang suddenly looked up and whispered softly, "Eight years?"

It was five years ago when Qi Wei killed the entire Yan family, so how could it be eight years?

His breathing became heavier.

Song Xiwan was so angry that she didn't notice Yan Wushuang's strange expression. She just said, "This matter must be reported to the prince, and he must report it to the emperor."

"Ah."

Yan Wushuang responded absentmindedly and asked some more questions.

Song Xiwan knows everything.

What she said was all about what happened three years later, but many situations were different from now, as if they were not in the same Great Xia Kingdom.

However, if you have not experienced it, can you really say it with such certainty?

Yan Wushuang recalled the clues when he first met Song Xiwan, the strange atmosphere between her and Xie Chengqian, and an outrageous guess flashed through his mind.

Song Xiwan and Xie Chengqian came back from three years later?

"Are you okay? Why is your face so pale?"

While Song Xiwan was looking for the way, he turned around and found that Yan Wushuang looked extremely unhappy, so he immediately asked worriedly.

Yan Wushuang stared at her blankly, unable to calm down for a long time.

He opened his lips to say something, but didn't know where to start, so he just shook his head slightly.