Before confiscating their property, they emptied the imperial city and exiled them!

She did not hide the news of Song Wenjing's disappearance from Song Huai'an.

It should be noted that Song Huai'an currently commands a large army, and if we can obtain his assistance, the process of finding Song Wenjing will definitely be much smoother.

When Song Huai'an heard that his beloved son had mysteriously disappeared, his heart trembled and his face was filled with astonishment.

He dared not delay for a moment and immediately dispatched his men to the scene to launch a search operation.

Immediately afterwards, he ordered the entire city to be sealed off, leaving no corner unchecked, and doing everything in his power to search for Song Wenjing's whereabouts.

Song Huai'an hurried over to Lin Xiaoxiao's side, gazing at the woman before him who seemed like his own daughter.

He gently comforted her, "My child, don't worry. Wen Jing is a lucky man, and Heaven will surely protect him. He will be alright."

When he said these words, his tone was firm and steady, which for some reason calmed Lin Xiaoxiao's originally anxious heart.

Lin Xiaoxiao bit her lip, her beautiful eyes filled with worry, and said softly, "Father, no one in the family knows about Wen Jing's disappearance yet."

My mother and grandmother are both quite old and in poor health. If I were to tell them about this so abruptly, I fear it would only cause them great anxiety and make them unable to eat or sleep.

Therefore, in my opinion, it's best if we keep this from them for now.

Song Huai'an nodded slightly in agreement: "Yes, you are absolutely right. We can inform them when Wen Jing returns safe and sound."

Just then, a soldier rushed over and reported: "General, we have found some suspicious signs in an abandoned temple on the outskirts of the city."

Song Huai'an's eyes sharpened, and he immediately rushed over with Lin Xiaoxiao.

Upon arriving at the temple, they found it in complete disarray, with signs of a struggle on the ground.

After carefully examining the surroundings, Song Huai'an said, "Although there was a fight here, there is no blood. Wen Jing may still be alive."

He instructed everyone to continue their investigation based on the surrounding clues.

A few days later, a scout reported that he had spotted someone resembling Song Wenjing in a neighboring city.

Song Huai'an immediately led his men to the neighboring city.

But again, nothing was gained.

Deep in the forest, there stands a long-abandoned and dilapidated temple all alone.

The temple seemed to have been forgotten by time, covered with cobwebs and thick dust.

In this eerie and terrifying place, an extremely thin woman was doing her best to care for a seriously injured man.

All that could be heard was a weak, painful murmur from the injured man: "Water...water..."

Upon hearing this, the woman quickly replied, "Do you want some water? Okay, just wait a moment, I'll go get it for you right away."

As she spoke, she quickly picked up a tattered water pouch beside her and carefully brought it to the man's chapped lips as if it were a rare treasure.

The man gulped down the water in the water bag with great thirst, making gurgling sounds in his throat.

After he drank some water, his body seemed to regain some strength, and his previously tightly closed eyes began to slowly open.

However, when he finally saw what was in front of him, his eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Perhaps because he had been unconscious for too long, the man's voice sounded unusually dry and unpleasant, like the sound of two rough stones rubbing against each other.

"You...who are you?"

Upon hearing this, the woman became furious and retorted irritably, "Hmph! Me? I'm your creditor!"

"If it weren't for you, I'd still be living a comfortable life in that cozy cave!"

After venting her anger, the woman thought to herself with a hint of annoyance:

But who would have thought that you, covered in blood, would suddenly barge into my territory?

And what's more, you're followed by a large group of menacing-looking men in black.

Without saying a word, they entered the cave and started smashing and banging on my cave, making a complete mess of it.

Then, without saying a word, you grabbed me and ran away as fast as you could.

At first, I didn't want to go with you, but then I saw that those men in black actually had murderous intentions and wanted to kill me as well.

There was no other way, so I had to escape with you.

She had no choice but to flee with the man in front of her.

The man before me had a handsome face, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes.

His exquisitely tailored clothes fit his slender figure perfectly, and every detail exuded an air of nobility.

Judging from his appearance and clothing alone, one can tell that this person is no ordinary person and must be a wealthy and powerful man.

Thinking this through her mind, Su Yanyan was secretly delighted, feeling that as long as she saved this man, she would definitely be able to get a rather generous compensation from him in the future.

So, she carefully squatted down in front of Song Wenjing, her eyes full of doubt.

He asked softly, "Who exactly did you offend? Why would those people try to kill you?"

Upon hearing this, Song Wenjing slowly lowered his head, his gaze falling on the wound on his abdomen that had been properly bandaged. His previously relaxed brows furrowed tightly, forming a deep furrow.

After a long while, he finally opened his lips.

He said in a low voice, "I...I don't know. My mind is completely blank about everything that happened before; I have absolutely no memory of it."

Song Wenjing's words were like a thunderbolt, striking Su Yanyan directly and leaving her stunned and in a daze.

Her face was filled with shock and disbelief, and she instinctively grabbed Song Wenjing's arm tightly with both hands, so tightly that Song Wenjing felt a slight pain.

However, Su Yanyan was completely unaware of this at the moment. She was just silently praying in her heart that the situation would not be as bad as she had imagined.

After a while, Su Yanyan came to her senses.

He quickly pressed on, asking, "Can you still remember your name? And where is your home located?"

As she spoke, her eyes were wide open, her gaze fixed intently on Song Wenjing, as if afraid of missing even the slightest change in his expression.

At this moment, what Su Yanyan was most worried about was that the duck she was about to eat would suddenly fly away—after all, what if the man in front of her really lost all his memories?

Then the huge compensation she was hoping for would probably be dashed.

Song Wenjing sensed Su Yanyan's nervousness, but at that moment he himself was also suffering from a splitting headache.

He stretched out his right hand and gently rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the waves of pain.

After a moment of silence, he shook his head helplessly and replied in a heavy tone, "I don't remember anything at all. No matter how hard I try to recall, I still come up with nothing."

Su Yanyan squatted down on the ground in despair, wanting to cry but unable to.

What kind of fate do I have?