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

Song Xiwan really felt that Yan Wushuang was acting strangely today, but when she thought about it, since he didn't remember anything, it was normal for him to be at a loss.

She could only comfort him, "It's okay, let's go back to the palace first, and then let the imperial physician see us. We will definitely be able to restore our memory."

Yan Wushuang said nothing.

How to tell her that I can’t come back to the palace now?

The original plan seemed to be failing.

Song Xiwan stuck his head out to look around, but found that there was no road at all. He was so anxious that his face was tense.

"Where do you go from here?"

"there."

Yan Wushuang pointed at the cliff.

Song Xiwan's eyes widened as she asked in shock, "You brought me up from the cliff?"

She had no memory at all, which meant she might have been in a coma at the time!

Yan Wushuang nodded.

Song Xiwan admired him even more and gave him a thumbs up. "As expected of a descendant of the Yan family, can you teach me from now on? I don't think it's something you should pass on to others."

Yan Wushuang came back to his senses from his chaotic thoughts, feeling both amused and helpless.

Song Xiwan is much more lively like this. What happened later that made her become calm and reserved?

Song Xiwan didn't get an answer, so she said tactfully, "If you feel embarrassed, you can refuse. It doesn't matter to me."

Yan Wushuang then said, "No need to teach, you already know how to do it."

"How is that possible? My Qinggong is barely enough to climb walls and jump over rooftops. If I were to fall off such a high cliff, I would definitely give out."

Song Xiwan thought he was joking and denied it with a smile.

In fact, she really could do it.

When coming down from the cliff, Song Xiwan looked at his overly flexible hands and feet in confusion, as steady as a martial arts master.

Yan Wushuang looked at her cute expression with amusement, "See, I didn't lie to you."

"When will I learn it?"

Song Xiwan still couldn't believe it.

Yan Wushuang smiled faintly and said, "You'll know when you regain your memory."

Song Xiwan's mouth twitched. "How long have I lost my memory? It's not like I can improve my Qinggong skills in just one or two days. It's over..."

When he said this, Song Xiwan's face turned pale.

If she's missing for too long, will the prince think she's dead?

Yan Wushuang could somehow see through her thoughts. He suppressed the gloom in his eyes and said calmly, "Don't worry, the prince is not in the palace either."

Song Xiwan looked up suddenly, "How do you know? Didn't you say you lost your memory?"

Yan Wushuang didn't know how to answer.

He has a deep understanding of what it means to shoot oneself in the foot.

Fortunately, Song Xiwan didn't ask too many questions and seemed to have a natural trust in him, which made Yan Wushuang feel even more guilty.

We passed through patches of forest and walked along a long official road.

There were unfamiliar scenes all around.

Song Xiwan has realized that the matter cannot be explained by amnesia, and her martial arts skills have improved a lot compared to before.

If her face hadn't changed, I would almost suspect that she had taken over someone else's body.

"Yuzhou?"

They stood in front of a city gate. Song Xiwan unconsciously read out the name, and a strange light flashed through his mind.

what is it then?

She couldn't grasp this feeling.

Yan Wushuang didn't expect that Song Xiwan would be brought here so soon. He thought that Xie Chengqian would find them first.

"He's in there."

"Ok?"

Song Xiwan didn't understand who this "he" was referring to, and after a moment, he gradually opened his eyes wide.

Are you talking about the prince?

Yan Wushuang confirmed her guess, "Don't you want to see the prince? Let's go."

He also wanted to know how big that ridiculous possibility was, and why Song Xiwan knew what would happen three years later.

Where is the prince? Do you know?

The city gate was originally closed, and traces of the battle were visible everywhere, with the smell of blood filling the air.

Song Xiwan's face turned pale when she heard it.

There must have been a war here with countless casualties. The prince's leg is still injured, why did he come to such a dangerous place!

Does the emperor want to kill them all?

The more Song Xiwan thought about it, the more confused she became.

As soon as Yan Wushuang verified her identity and the city gate opened, she couldn't wait to run in.

On the way, Song Xiwan couldn't help but ask the soldier leading the way, "How is the prince?"

The soldier didn't know Song Xiwan, but when he saw Yan Wushuang's token, he knew that he was someone who should not be neglected, so he honestly explained the prince's injuries.

"Still in a coma."

Song Xiwan's body softened, and she couldn't help but ask, "Why did he get injured and fall unconscious? He's obviously not able to move around easily, don't you guys know how to persuade him?"

Soldier:"?"

He didn't even have the chance to speak to the prince, how could he persuade him?

Yan Wushuang's eyes were filled with disappointment.

Since waking up, Song Xiwan has only King Xuan in her eyes and heart.

It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, it was of no use.

"As the commander-in-chief, he must lead the army personally to stabilize the morale of the troops in the current critical situation. However, the prince is a man of measure."

Song Xiwan was worried and retorted in a muffled voice, "If he had any sense, why would he be unconscious? He personally led the army without even considering his own condition!"

Yan Wushuang was slightly surprised.

I sensed something was amiss from Song Xiwan's words just now. What happened to Xie Chengqian three years later?

Before they could figure it out, they had already arrived at the house where King Xuan was temporarily staying.

The entrance is heavily guarded.

When Song Xiwan saw this group of guards with a murderous aura, he became nervous.

To be honest, she only had the title of Princess Xuan, and there were few servants and maids in the palace that she could command, let alone these guards.

It should be said that there are many places in the palace that she cannot go to.

Song Xiwan clenched her sleeves and walked forward, ready to state her purpose. If she was rejected, she would also want to know about the prince's situation.

"Miss Song!"

Unexpectedly, the guards' eyes lit up and they shouted in surprise.

Song Xiwan was stunned.

"Wha, what?"

One of them immediately ordered, "Hurry up and inform Mu Yun that Miss Song is back!"

The rest of them surrounded her and walked inside.

Song Xiwan had never enjoyed such treatment before. The strings in his brain were stretched so tight that they could break at any time.

How come things are getting more and more magical?

After walking a few steps, a familiar figure quickly crossed the corridor and muttered nervously, "Are you sure it's Miss Song? Could it be a spy from Cang Country?"

The guard replied, "General Yan is here too, so it must be Miss Song."

Song Xiwan paused and looked into Mu Yun's eyes.

Mu Yun breathed a sigh of relief, but his legs seemed to go weak and he swayed backwards.

"Thank God, Miss Song, you really came back. You are my savior!"

During the days that Miss Song disappeared, Mu Yun didn't even dare to breathe deeply.

Song Xiwan froze in place.

If I just felt strange, now I feel endless fear.

How could Mu Yun have ever been so kind to her?

Mu Yun didn't notice anything was wrong with Song Xiwan for the time being, so he sent the guards away. "You all go down first. I'll take care of Miss Song."

After everyone left, Mu Yun glared at Yan Wushuang.

He treated Yan Wushuang as a brother, but Yan Wushuang almost killed him!