The Qin Dynasty entered the game with love.

Chapter 129 Losing All Memories

Ying Ji took a nap, and when she opened her eyes, she was still in a place that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

I could still hear the rustling sound of pages turning in my ears.

Ying Ji got up and found that she felt much better; she could even sit up without anyone's help.

When Zhao Gao saw Ying Ji get up, he hurriedly went to help her up, his voice gentle and affectionate: "Princess, tell me what you need."

Ying Ji looked at Zhao Gao and asked coldly, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Zhao Gao smiled warmly, unconcerned by the coldness: "Your Highness, I am Zhao Gao, the Chief of the Imperial Carriage Office, who serves closely by the King of Qin's side."

Ying Ji muttered to herself, "Zhao Gao, Zhao Gao, the name sounds so familiar, like I've heard it somewhere before."

Ying Zheng had already gotten up and walked to the woman's side. Sure enough, the wariness and doubt in the woman's eyes softened the moment she saw Ying Zheng.

Ying Ji reached out, trying to grab Ying Zheng's hand.

However, his body was too weak, and he didn't have much strength in his hands, so he let his grip drop halfway.

Ying Zheng sat down beside her, pulling the blanket up to her chest: "Sister, do you remember anything?"

Ying Ji had an indescribable trust in the man in front of her, and shook her head directly: "I don't remember. Everything around me looks familiar, and the names are familiar too, but I can't remember anything."

Just like you, I trust you, an inexplicable trust. Can you tell me, who am I?

Ying Zheng's mood improved inexplicably. He enjoyed the woman's undisguised trust and told her all the basic things in a straightforward manner.

Ying Ji learned about herself through other people's stories, as if listening to a tale.

What puzzled her was that she didn't know anyone named Ruoshui from her younger brother.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall a single memory of that person. Even their conversation and faces were no longer clear to her. She could only remember the last two words—Ruoshui.

Ying Ji suppressed the urge to ask questions and continued listening to her story.

He spent half a month in Ying Zheng's company, and outsiders could hardly tell that he had lost his memory.

In addition, Ying Zheng reviewed the government affairs he had previously handled for only three days.

Ying Ji could then revise the memorials according to her own ideas.

These things seem commonplace.

Seeing that he had become more familiar with the people and that they were able to practice boxing and swordsmanship, Ying Zheng lifted the restrictions on Yongning Palace.

Not wanting her younger brother to worry, Yingji patted her chest and said she could handle it.

Back at Yongning Palace, everything felt so unfamiliar.

Ying Ji sighed, "I really don't know if these two concubines will be easy to deal with."

The moment Bai Changchuan stepped into the room, he received the message and pounced on Ying Ji to hug her.

Ying Ji was so frightened that she almost drew her sword, but fortunately her body told her not to. In that instant, she was embraced by the handsome man in front of her.

Ying Ji opened her arms, waiting for the other party to vent their emotions.

Even the slow-witted Bai Changchuan noticed something was wrong. Seeing the other person's embarrassed eyes, he let go of their hand.

"How are you? How's the recovery going? Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Ying Ji looked into the other's anxious eyes, unsure of what to do with her hands and feet. Finally, she coughed lightly and quietly took a step back: "Consort Bai, I am fine. You should be more understanding in the future. How can you hug and cuddle in public?"

Bai Changchuan shot her a sharp look, and Ying Ji swallowed back what she was about to say.

Thinking about what her brother had said, she realized that she had often been biased towards this Consort Bai, and that was probably how she had spoiled him. Now that she had lost her memory, she still felt a little awkward when she thought about her interactions with him.

"Princess, are you alright?"

A clear and gentle male voice suddenly appeared, slightly breathless and somewhat anxious.

Turning around, Ying Ji nearly drowned in that exquisitely beautiful face.

The boy's eyes sparkled with a dazzling starlight, and his voice was clear but soft, clearly trying to be affectionate.

"Princess, it's me, A-Liang. I just changed my clothes. I heard you were feeling much better, so I rushed over without even changing myself."

Ying Ji was stunned by Zhang Liang's beauty, her cheeks flushing bright red: "Ahem, Lord Liang, you..."

Before she could finish speaking, the handsome young man's eyes filled with tears, causing Ying Ji to swallow back the rest of her reprimanding words.

Zhang Liang looked at Ying Ji with some hurt: "Why don't you call me A Liang anymore?"

That pitiful look in her eyes almost made you surrender.

Ke Yingji turned her back to the two of them, no longer looking at them, and went into the house and closed the door.

I don't know either of these two people well, so I can't bring myself to ask.

Ying Ji shut the two concubines out of the room and looked at her own room, which still felt both familiar and strange.

My body is used to being in a comfortable position, but my mind still feels unfamiliar, as if there should be something more.

After thinking it over and over without any results, I simply sat down at my desk and started drawing.

The only impression in my mind was indeed a man, dressed in white, with beautiful eyebrows, his eyes covered, and his lips pink and soft.

With slender, long fingers resting on the zither, melodious music poured forth, like a wondrous journey in a dream.

Thinking of that kiss in her dream, Ying Ji felt her soul tremble.

【Ruoshui, who exactly are you?】

Ying Ji used a brush to outline the figure from her memory. The setting was a bamboo forest, and the scene was so clear.

She had clearly met the man face to face and was amazed by his beauty, but when she woke up, she found her memory to be so blurry.

I can vaguely recall an outline, but only if I don't wear an eye mask.

Those stunning eyes left no trace in my memory.

The brush stopped, and the handsome man in the painting still lacked eyes and a soul.

After thinking for a moment, I felt a headache coming on and gave up. I'll ask my brother Wang to help me look for it when I have the chance later.