After watching Jinghua Hairpin drink up all the medicine, Yelu Daiqin stood up to leave. The search for Princess Dajing's whereabouts was like a sword hanging in his heart, disturbing him.
He didn't want others to take away this credit, especially Ori and Mu.
"Are you leaving again?" Jing Hua looked at him with hairpin, a little uneasiness flashing in his eyes.
Yelu Daiqin turned his back to the person on the couch and didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"Girl, our young master is busy with affairs and cannot always be by your side -" Helian Sangma once served Beidi Princess and watched Yelu Daiqin grow up. Therefore, she is not interested in what Yelu Daiqin did. After thinking about it, she could still guess a thing or two.
Jing Huahan agreed with Helian Sangma's words, but she couldn't remember anything. Only the person who saved her life made her feel safe.
Yelu Daiqin couldn't bear to look at Jinghua Hairpin's pitiful eyes. He waved his hand to Helian Sangma and walked to the couch again. After a long while, he only said one sentence - "Go and come back."
He really didn't know what to say, and he felt that his feelings for the person in front of him seemed to be getting more and more complicated.
But this made Wen Chan beside her secretly happy that she finally had a chance to be alone with her master.
Jing Huahan also sensed Yelu Daiqin's complicated mood. He paused, nodded, sat up, picked up the sword at his side, and handed it to Yelu Daiqin.
"Take it away, Sang Ma said. This was given to you by your father. It is a particularly valuable item. In this case, it is better to return it to you."
Yelu Daiqin glanced at Sang Ma displeased, put the cloak on his shoulders with a hula, and smiled while tying the collar, "You can just hold it! It's just a sword, not as valuable as you think."
At this moment, a burst of rough laughter came from outside the tent, Jinghua's hairpin followed the sound, and the tent curtain was opened.
"Dai Qin! Do you dare to tell your father this?" Errihemu walked to the table, lifted his robe and sat down, looking at Yelv Daiqin with sly eyes.
This is going to embarrass people! Yelu Daiqin understood clearly and walked towards Orihemu with a smile, "Brother, I'm just telling a joke to make the little girl happy. Brother, I won't even take this seriously!"
Erihemu sneered, lowered his head and dusted off his robe, his eyes wandered towards Jinghua Hairpin, and then slowly looked at Yelu Daiqin, "I heard that she has lost her memory - is it true that she doesn't remember anything?"
"Riasi, who is he?" Jinghua Hairpin felt cold sweat break out all over her body after being stared at like this. She couldn't tell whether she was afraid of the person in front of her or what she was afraid of. She only felt that it seemed Something big is going to happen.
Jinghua Hairpin doesn’t remember it, but Wen Chan remembers it.
Seeing that Erihemu was suspicious of his master again, and remembering what Jinghua Hairpin had said to her a few days ago, Wen Chan thought about it, and bravely knelt down at Yelu Daiqin's feet for a few steps, "Sir, the doctor ordered Yes, the girl drank the medicine and needs to sleep in time. Sir, you——"
Wen Chan's words played right into Yelu Daiqin's hands. He was worried that he could not find a reason to drive Erri and Mu out of the tent.
As soon as Wen Chan finished speaking, he pulled Erri Hemu up and walked out of the tent, "Miss Wen Chan is absolutely right, brother, let's leave quickly. I just have something to discuss with you."
Before Ori and Mu could refute, they were pulled out of the tent.
Wen Chan was overjoyed and was about to get up and go to Jinghua's hairpin couch, but the curtain of the big tent was opened again.
"Wen Cicada, Qing'e——"
Wen Chan turned around and saw Yelu Daiqin standing at the door with his hands behind his hands, his eyes cold.
"You girls shouldn't talk too much. You two must not disturb you girls. Remember?"
A pair of black eyes looked at Wen Chan intently, with a cold air.
This is a warning! Wen Chan can understand.
Only then did she realize that things seemed to have become more complicated - because her master's savior didn't seem to want her to recall the past -
Her heart felt as if she suddenly fell into an ice cave. Not only was her master's personal freedom imprisoned, but now, even his memory was imprisoned——
She couldn't imagine what the future would be like -
Is the prospect of recovery really hopeless——
"Wen Chan, did you hear what I said?"
A colder voice poured into his eardrums, pulling Wen Chan out of his thoughts.
She didn't want to agree, but what if she didn't agree? That man even told his own younger brother to cut off his head if he wanted to. If he didn't agree, he might not survive the night.
She did not raise her head to look at the person at the door. She lowered her head and raised her voice slightly, "Yes - I remember it. Don't worry, sir. Qing'e and I will never disturb the girl's rest."
Jinghua Hairpin rested in the tent for seven days, and Helian Sangma stayed in front of Jinghua Hairpin almost every step of the way. Whenever she wanted to pay tribute, she would always call the other two Beidi maids into the tent. Therefore, Wen Chan and Qing'e didn't find a chance to talk to Jing Huahan alone.
This made Wen Chan feel very uneasy. Every night she couldn't sleep, she couldn't help but touch the token hidden in her coat. If the memory of Jinghua Hairpin was not restored, she would feel uneasy.
