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Chapter 47: The Plan to Take Down the Commander (15)

Ji Rong didn't know how he got out of the room. He just felt heavy-hearted. He slowly raised his head and looked at the pitch-black sky, without a single star. It was so dark that there was no light at all, except for the light flashing in his eagle eyes.

This was the first time he had felt a sense of "sorrow" since taking this position. He gently touched his left atrium, where the still-beating heart told him he was still alive, living like a walking corpse.

It's truly heartbreaking.

He took heavy steps, unsure if something had changed in his heart, or perhaps nothing had changed at all. Perhaps a light had been imprinted in his heart. But what was truly horrifying was that Song Zhishu, who had been crying her eyes out yesterday, was now acting as if nothing had happened. She was even startled when she saw a corpse lying on her bed, leaving her with a lasting psychological trauma.

The servants were all speculating that yesterday's events were all an act, but if it was, they'd gone too far. This whole affair had created a climate of fear and unease. Ji Rong had no choice but to summon a doctor to examine Song Zhishu.

"Sir, Madam, it might be selective amnesia," the doctor said, withdrawing his hand with some fear.

When Ji Rong heard this, his eyebrows furrowed sharply, and his gaze fell on Song Zhishu, who looked bewildered, as he asked in a cold voice, "What do you mean?"

"Has your wife recently experienced any trauma?" the doctor asked hesitantly after thinking for a long time.

Ji Rong didn't speak, she just stared at his head.

The doctor silently broke out in a cold sweat, his mind screaming: "Say something, you fucking idiot!"

However, he dared not offend this cold-faced devil, after all, he was number one in this territory.

“If that’s the case, then that’s it. Selective amnesia is when a person experiences a great shock and tries to forget something. It’s not easy to recover from…” He was about to talk about the treatment method when Ji Rong interrupted him, waving his hand to signal him to leave.

"Did I...forget something?" Song Zhishu asked cautiously, looking at Ji Rong's complicated expression.

"...No." Ji Rong answered in a deep voice, lowering his eyes. Perhaps some things were better left unknown. Looking at Song Zhishu's furrowed brows, he suddenly felt a pang of heartache. Yes, she had done nothing wrong.

Forgetting about this is truly a stroke of luck amidst misfortune.

After Ji Rong left, Song Zhishu thought about it more and more and felt that the person lying on her bed looked familiar. She called softly, "Yu'er, get me a cup..." Her gaze suddenly froze. Yu'er... who is that?

At this moment, terror swept over her, and a chill ran through her body. It was terrifying. Just then, her outer coat suddenly broke Song Zhishu's train of thought: "Madam, the old lady says she wants to see you."

"Coming," Song Zhishu hurriedly replied, quickly putting on her clothes, wanting to escape the frightening house as soon as possible.

As she walked through the secluded backyard, a faint scent of cherry blossoms wafted towards her. Song Zhishu didn't like the smell and could only cover her nose.

"Ah Shu's here?" Grandma Ji greeted Song Zhishu warmly as soon as she stepped into the house. Song Zhishu clearly sensed something was amiss, but she still smiled and nodded, asking affectionately, "I wonder... what brings Grandma here this time?"

When Grandma Ji heard Song Zhishu get straight to the point, she didn't say anything more and gestured for someone to bring over a bowl of soup. The soup was dark and smelled unpleasant.

"What is this?" Song Zhishu frowned, puzzled.

"The Soup for Infertility".