It's so cold. Did I descend into hell? I thought drowsily, feeling an unprecedented coldness. My hands and feet were numb, and just when I was about to give up, a warm stream of air gently flowed into my body, dispelling the cold.

My body naturally accepted the incoming warmth, as if it belonged to me, spreading to my limbs. Slowly, it guided back to my lower abdomen. I tried to see who it was, but my heavy eyelids couldn't open no matter how hard I tried. My body felt warm and cozy, and all I wanted to do was sleep. My consciousness gradually became blurred, and I fell into a deep sleep.

"Dang~~ Dang~~ Dang~~" The morning bell rang at the break of dawn, and this time, the scene in the west wing of the house was rather amusing.

I never expected that the first person I would see when I woke up would be this man. And he was holding me as if it were the most natural thing to do. Without thinking, I gave this still asleep man a slap. However, it didn't go as planned. Even though my hand was just inches away from his face, he grabbed it with one hand, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake it off.

Qiyun Tian looked at Pojun, who woke up and immediately wanted to slap him, with a gentle gaze. He thought, After losing her memories, she has even learned to defy me. It seems that Beichen Xiao's rumors about her are true.

I looked at his gaze, and a deep sense of fear permeated my heart. I was inexplicably afraid, and I truly didn't know why. I struggled to free my hand from his grip, but it remained motionless. Helplessly, I spoke up, "Who are you? Let go of me. Qinglian, where are you?" Deep down, I had an aversion to being in contact with this man and helplessly called for Qinglian to come and help me.

Qiyun Tian was displeased. Why was Pojun unwilling to accept his affection before she lost her memories? Although not entirely, she at least seemed willing to accept him, right? But even after losing her memories, she still resisted. Pojun, what are you unwilling to accept now? You are no longer a general, and you no longer have the wife I arranged for you back then. What are you struggling with?

I forgot that we were still on the same bed, sweating from the struggle. My complexion changed from pale to a healthy flush, and Qiyun Tian's gaze darkened slightly.

Strange, where did Qinglian go? Didn't I see her when I passed out? Or did something happen to her?

"What did you do to Qinglian?" I anxiously tried to sit up but forgot that my hand was still in his grasp. My body lost balance and fell into Qiyun Tian's embrace.

Both of our clothes were loose and disheveled after yesterday's trip to the lake and the recent confrontation. A silver-white chain was partially exposed from the collar. But I had no idea that when I moved, the chain slipped out from the collar. It flickered and revealed itself. Qiyun Tian had known it was her ever since he saw Pojun. Now, he wasn't surprised, but a faint smile appeared on his face.

Qiyun Tian released his grip on Pojun, and considerately supported her as she tried to sit up from lying on top of him. I stared blankly at the man in front of me, my expression lost.

"I am Qiyun Tian," Qiyun Tian supported Pojun to sit on the edge of the bed, his slender hands tidying up Pojun's disheveled clothes. He softly said his name.

Lost, truly lost. This man seemed gentle on the surface, but he was definitely not as gentle as he appeared. My usually reliable sixth sense told me that he was a dangerous person. But on the other hand, I inexplicably wanted to get closer to him, just like when he let go of my hand. I clearly felt the sense of loss in my heart. Why?

My thoughts gradually calmed down. Qinglian didn't know where she was either. However, I was quite certain that he must know. Now I could only see what he intended to do.

"I am Qiyun Tian," Qiyun Tian repeated his name, and I raised my head in surprise to look at him. The three words "Qiyun Tian" burned my heart like fire, and my eyebrows furrowed. It hurt so much~~!

"What's wrong with you?" Qiyun Tian looked at me with a concerned expression as I held my chest with both hands, clearly in discomfort.

"Mmm..." Why was he so concerned about me? I didn't even recognize him, so why did I feel something for him? It was truly ridiculous.

"Get away," I waved away Qiyun Tian's outstretched hand with an annoyed tone, sensing a hint of his irritation.

"It seems that after losing your memories, you have forgotten even your own husband." Qiyun Tian looked at Pojun, who seemed unwilling, and understood that coaxing her wouldn't work. This was the only way to say it, but at least he wasn't lying to her. They had indeed consummated their marriage!

"What? That's impossible," I was initially stunned, but quickly denied Qiyun Tian's words. How could it be that anyone who knew about my amnesia could claim to be my husband? It was impossible! And if he was my husband, what was Beichen Xiao to me?

Qiyun Tian calmly looked at me, his gaze resolute. The tightness at the corners of his mouth showed that he was truly angry now, and unfortunately, the one who had provoked his anger was me, sitting across from him.

I was completely lost in my own world, unable to comprehend or understand. My mind was in chaos because I had lost my memories from four years ago. And in those four years, my feelings for Xiao were not very deep. And now, another person suddenly claimed to be my husband. How could I not be confused?

"You have a pink petal mark on the inside of your left thigh, don't you?" Qiyun Tian leaned over in front of me, and from his gaze, I saw my slightly parted red lips. I stared dumbfoundedly at him. The three words "Qiyun Tian" burned my heart like fire, and I could only stand there foolishly. Qiyun Tian looked satisfied with my expression. He gently lifted me, who was still in a daze, and walked out of the room.

Liao Wu watched Qiyun Tian and Pojun walking out of the room, clasping his hands together and softly saying, "Amitabha! May everything be predestined. Take care, travelers!"

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I snapped back to reality, looking at Liao Wu, who had a kind face, and felt a sense of care in my heart.

"Put me down," I felt myself being carried in mid-air, and a crimson flush spread across my cheeks. I ordered the man who claimed to be my husband to let go of me, annoyed.

Qiyun Tian remained silent and allowed me to struggle. His strong arms securely held me, and without saying a word of farewell, he left the Qiyun Temple.

Liao Wu watched the departing couple and hoped that the heavens would not make things difficult for them anymore. They were entangled in worldly affairs, tasting the bitterness of separation in each lifetime. In every life, they lived with the remorse of killing their loved ones. He hoped that this time, they could break free.

Qiwang Mansion

"Your Majesty, I just saw..." Xiaolian wasn't sure if she should speak, but she knew that if she didn't tell her mistress, she would inevitably suffer the consequences.

Meiniang exuded a charming aura despite her recent illness. Although she still appeared weak, her allure was irresistible. "What did you see?" she asked with a crisp voice, tinged with displeasure.

"I saw His Highness..." Xiaolian hesitated in her speech, thinking according to her mistress's temperament. If she didn't report the matter truthfully, that girl would likely suffer. If her mistress found out that she neglected her duty, she might face her wrath. Xiaolian was afraid just thinking about it. Meiniang's eyes flickered as she displayed a spirited and charming expression. With a slight pout of her vermilion lips, she raised her delicate hand and said, "Slap!" A clear sound resonated in the air, leaving a red mark on Xiaolian's fair cheek.

"You little vixen, speaking with a double-edged tongue. Hurry up and tell me what you saw!" Meiniang scolded Xiaolian, annoyed, while gently stroking the hand that had just slapped Xiaolian.

Xiaolian didn't dare touch her face, still lowering her head. Tears had already welled up in her eyes, but she didn't dare let a single drop fall. Taking a deep breath, Xiaolian fearfully said, "I saw His Highness bringing a girl back this morning at a specific time."

"What?" Meiniang was greatly surprised, her seductive eyes filled with disbelief. It was impossible. Since Pojun's death and her own injury four years ago, she hadn't seen Qiyun Tian bring any other women to the mansion. Meiniang's eyes were full of confusion.

"Your Majesty, I did see it," Xiaolian said, afraid that her mistress would be displeased and vent her anger on her. She hurriedly explained that she hadn't made a mistake and that His Highness had indeed brought a girl back.

Meiniang narrowed her eyes, clenching her silver teeth. She thought to herself, "What a shameless vixen, daring to seduce me, the princess. I want to see what she looks like."

"Take me to see her," Meiniang said, after adjusting her cloud-like hair with an alluring demeanor and straightening her palace attire. She intended to personally experience this fox spirit she had never met before.

"Yes," Xiaolian answered tremblingly, observing her mistress's facial expression attentively.

"My love, where are you going?" Just as they left the bedroom, Qiyun Tian unexpectedly appeared before them.

"My love, greetings to Your Highness," Meiniang courteously bowed to Qiyun Tian, but deep inside, she was filled with conflicting emotions. "My love, why are you acting so reserved today?" Qiyun Tian supported Meiniang's delicate and fragile body, jokingly asking.

"Your Highness, you're teasing me again," Meiniang lifted her head, offering Qiyun Tian a slight smile. She discreetly glanced at his attire, unchanged from the previous day, which displeased her. However, her face was filled with a sweet smile!

"Hehe, alright, alright. I won't tease you anymore, my love. Where are you going?" Qiyun Tian couldn't hide his affection toward his consort. After all, he was only human!

"My love, I haven't decided yet. I just feel suffocated and want to take a walk in the garden," Meiniang changed the topic, looking at Qiyun Tian's handsome face. Deep inside, she lamented, "Yuntian, what's wrong with me? Why can't you wholeheartedly love me?"

"Oh, that's my fault. I neglected my love," Qiyun Tian understood that he had been somewhat cold towards her due to Pojun's matter these past few days.

"Your Highness," Meiniang murmured softly and fell silent. She lowered her head as if pondering something.

"My love, what are you thinking?" Sensing Meiniang's unusual melancholy, Qiyun Tian asked with concern.

"Nothing, I'm not thinking about anything," Meiniang knew that Qiyun Tian had feelings for her, but if she were to ask him about the girl he brought back today, it might provoke his displeasure. She decided to wait a few more days before bringing up the topic.

Observing Meiniang's flickering gaze, Qiyun Tian was keenly aware of her thoughts. However, when it came to finding a balance between Pojun and Meiniang, he had to be cautious. It wasn't because he was afraid that Meiniang would oppose his acceptance of Pojun or have anything to say about it. Rather, he was concerned about how the amnesiac Pojun would react when she learned of Meiniang's existence.

"In that case, let's go for a walk today, my love." Qiyun Tian gently embraced Meiniang's delicate waist and matched her steps. They leisurely made their way to the garden.

Qiwang Mansion - Han Yue Residence

"Damn it... bastard!" I, who had excellent self-control, couldn't find the right words to curse. I paced restlessly in the room, my once pristine white clothes now a mess. My long hair, reaching my knees, was haphazardly tied up, and my exquisite face was filled with anger. My red lips moved repeatedly, uttering words without much meaning, making Qinglian, who had been brought here earlier, realize that even the empress could be so angry that she couldn't find words. Unlike Pojun's recklessness, Qinglian had already examined this place thoroughly. She naturally understood most of it and thought, "This time, it's probably over."

"Qinglian, where did you go yesterday? Why are you here?" I didn't want to think about useless questions anymore. Even if he used to be my husband, it didn't matter now. Why didn't he try to find me during the four years I was missing? And now that I unexpectedly appeared, he had the audacity to claim that he recognized me.

"Your Majesty, I was also brought here forcibly," Qinglian replied to my question and, in her thoughts, drifted towards the man who made her feel warm. As she briefly contemplated, her face turned red. Qinglian stole a glance at me, relieved that I didn't notice her, or else it would have been embarrassing.

"Qinglian, if it's just the two of us now, why don't we run away?" Qinglian understood the situation they were in after being brought here and immediately wanted to leave. Although she felt something for that man, she still wanted to escape, or else they would truly have no chance.

"If only we could. Do you think I don't want to? He dares to let the two of us stay here, so he must not be afraid of us running away. I'm afraid that even before we leave this door, we'll be brought back," I said coldly. It wasn't because I understood that person named Qiyun Tian. Rather, it was the feeling of being watched by the same person who had been monitoring me ever since the incident with Xue Xiang Pill. I was absolutely certain it was the same person. I tugged at my clothes. It had been two days already; they must have a strange smell by now!

After listening to my analysis, Qinglian pondered for a moment. It seemed that she didn't understand the situation as well as I did. But being trapped here wasn't a solution. If only she could let the Emperor know about the current predicament of the empress, at least she wouldn't have to worry so much.

Impressive, she easily figured it out. It seems that there is some truth to the Empress's claim that she is Pojun. Hearing her words, Mie realized that if the Empress truly was Pojun, bringing her back could be inappropriate. If the Empress were to find out, it might lead to trouble. It seemed that the storm from four years ago had not subsided, and who knew what would happen today, four years later?