General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

After several people persuaded him and presented a series of physical evidence, Shen Luo finally accepted that he had lost more than a year's worth of memories.

But there was one thing he still found unbelievable.

"I have a wife? And we get along very well?"

"Hmm." "Yes." "Actually, I think the relationship is so-so, we can get a divorce."

"?"

Gong Yuan and Tang Yiqing looked to the side.

Chen Zhizhi pouted: "Okay, okay, it's not bad."

"Is there any evidence?"

"Yes." Gong Yuan raised his chin. "Do you need two pillows to sleep?"

"...unnecessary."

Chen Zhizhi gritted her teeth angrily from the side: "You two actually sleep together?"

What makes Shen Luo so special?!

Shen Luo's impression of the Fourth Princess was still from when she was always chasing after him. When she heard this, she just thought the Fourth Princess was jealous, so she frowned but didn't say anything.

"What do you mean, living together?"

A clear voice came from outside, and upon closer listening, it sounded a little hoarse from a long journey.

"Qiqi!" Chen Zhizhi's eyes lit up. "You're back!"

"I am back."

Jiang Qiqi gave her a faint smile, concealing the weariness in her eyes.

He turned and sat on the edge of the bed, carefully examining Shen Luo's face. She was somewhat pale, but it didn't seem as bad as the letter had described.

"how are you feeling?"

Shen Luo watched as the woman greeted everyone with a familiar air and then sat down in a friendly manner.

He squinted his eyes.

"How dare you! Who are you?"

Jiang Qiqi tilted her head, blinked twice, and smiled.

"What? They're using such an old trick?"

Amnesia and the like are no longer fashionable.

Shen Luo was bewildered by her smile.

Most people would be trembling with fear in front of him, some even not daring to look him in the eye. But this person was different; even though he acted so fiercely, she just smiled.

That's bold and interesting.

Jiang Qiqi didn't speak to him anymore. After learning about the current situation from Tang Yiqing and the others, she told them to go back and rest first.

She owes them a favor for taking care of Shen Luo for so many days.

"Qiqi, if Shen Luo treats you badly, remember to come find me!"

Before leaving, Chen Zhizhi was still giving her some instructions.

......

After returning to the house, Jiang Qiqi finally understood why the Fourth Princess had repeatedly emphasized Shen Luo's attitude.

They first met at their wedding. At that time, although Shen Luo was aloof, he was at least polite.

Unlike now—

"Are you my legendary wife?"

Jiang Qiqi poured herself a cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp: "Mmm."

"This general has forgotten what happened before."

"Ah."

"However, I must warn you now that although you are the rightful wife of a general, you must not act arrogantly or bully others."

"Ah."

"besides......"

"Ah."

"as well as......"

"Ah."

Shen Luo stared at her without saying a word.

Jiang Qiqi blinked: "Continue."

"Gone."

"Oh." She got up to leave.

"and many more!"

"Ok?"

"Aren't you going to sleep here?"

"Let's leave it for the next few days," Jiang Qiqi said, already stepping out the door with one foot.

“You’re not feeling well after just waking up. Moving to the study would be too much of a hassle. I just told the servants to tidy up the backyard, and I’ll sleep there.”

Shen Luo hesitated, then, as if struck by a sudden thought, let out a cold snort.

"You're smart enough to leave now. You're not to come to the front yard without my summons."

"Ah."

Shen Luo looked up, trying to find that cold snort, but saw that the person had already left, leaving only half of the door panel still shaking slightly.

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Jiang Qiqi didn't sleep well that night.

Perhaps it was because I had been traveling day and night for the past few days and was too tired, or perhaps it was because too many things had happened during this period, but I tossed and turned in bed for a long time before finally falling asleep.

The next day, I slept in until late morning, which was rare for me.

"Knock knock." Two very soft knocks on the door, clearly not from Xiang'er.

"Enter."

A maidservant walked in cautiously with her head bowed: "Madam, I was sent by the General to serve you."

Jiang Qiqi paused, "Me? Don't you know I have a maid?"

"I told him, but the general insists..." The little girl looked like she was about to cry.

She wouldn't dare disobey the general even if she had ten times the courage.

"Alright, that's enough. Xiang'er and the others haven't come back yet, so you can stay here for now."

Ha, Shen Luo's lost memory has made her quite capable, she's even managed to plant spies right next to her.