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The instant the Zevi Palace's door slowly closed, Qian Shan and the Wan Niang both turned to look, their expressions dejected.

This door was closed. In their hearts, they waited for the end of their generation.

Their master, would probably never return.

Several days later, the Dao length sent Song Yungang a message. He told him to pass the message to Song Yunqian that the child was not safe and that he was awake, and that he had lost all of his memories. She would never be able to remember Song Yunqian as a person, or what he had experienced in the capital.

The meaning of the Dao length was to make Song Yunqian completely forget about Wen Yi, and treat it as if she had never appeared.

Song Yungang had discussed it with his before and felt that he would be too cruel to say it out loud.

Therefore, Song Yungang enunciated every single word that he said to Song Yunqian.

After Song Yunqian heard this, he only smiled and said, "This is pretty good. If she forgot me, it means she forgot pain. In the future, she will be able to live happily and do whatever she wants to do. He won't be harmed by me."

After he finished speaking, he added, as if he was afraid that Song Yungang wouldn't believe him, "We are now emperors, and we have too many things to do, so I can't be delayed by our son's relationship."

The more he said this, the more he wanted to cover it up. At one moment he called himself Zhen, at the next he called himself me. It could be seen that his mood had been greatly affected.

Song Yungang didn't expose him, he only said in a soft voice, "Yes, the Emperor now has the heavy responsibility of becoming the country, and needs to put in all his effort. Dr. Wen should also have her whereabouts."

"En, go, royal brother. I want to be alone for a while." Song Yunqian nodded randomly.

Song Yungang left the room, leaving him with a sorrowful space.

These things were difficult, but the others couldn't help him. They could only rely on themselves to slowly get through it.

Just bear with it.

After Song Yungang left, Song Yunqian quietly sat inside the Imperial study. He chased everyone out, closed all the doors and windows, making it impossible for even a single thread of sunlight to seep in. The tranquility and coldness of the room enveloped him, and he did not know what he could do as he held a book in his hand.

Forget? Impossible.

Could memories warm his life? He did not know, and there was no other way, because he finally understood that a human's strength was extremely small, and they could not defeat the heavens no matter what.

He thought back to how conceited he was in the past. The Dao length said that she would die because of him. He did not believe it, because he felt that if he loved her deeply, he would definitely make her happy.

His arrogance had caused her harm in the end. If not for the arrival of Dao length, she would have become a wandering soul by now.

"I can only give up on you!" he whispered, his eyes clouding over.

Five years later.

Six years of spring.

Below Nanshan was a border city called Nanshan City.

"Mom, Auntie Xu came over just now to get the medicine. She said that her husband's illness is getting worse, so you can come over when you have free time."

The one who spoke was a four or five-year-old little boy with short hair. He looked especially different from the other Kids s.

"Alright!" Wen Yi who was sunning the herbs in In the courtyard replied, "You should help mother feed the Chief of Hair and the charcoal. It's time to get hungry."

"Sister has already been fed." the boy replied.

"It's elder sister!" She looked exactly the same as the little boy, except that her hair was short and her clothes were different. She held a bundle of grass in her hand and said righteously, "Mom always told us to respect our elders and love our children. I'm your sister, so you have to respect me."

"You are my sister!" The little boy puffed up his cheeks in retort.

"The truth is the truth, no matter how loud your voice is, it can't change the truth." The little girl placed the grass in a corner and said to Wen Yi: "Mom, Chief of Hair doesn't have an appetite today."

"I fed too much yesterday." Wen Yi flipped through the medicinal herbs, not intervening in their sibling or sibling battle. This debate, was almost every day, and they were not tired of it.

Five years ago, when she woke up from her coma, her Master sat by her bedside and said something to her.

He said, "Wen Yi, I don't know whether I have to save you time and time again, or whether I have saved you or condoned you. Do you remember your original intention as a doctor? Do you still remember what the Pill King said to you when you found the acupuncture of gold? Do you remember the show? Master does not want to ask about the matter between you and Song Yunqian, but, you have already completely abandoned the acupuncture of gold, and have forgotten the original intention behind the acupuncture of gold. All your life? Other than Song Yunqian, is there anything else in your life that you can do or wish to do? Then, why did you consult a doctor in the first place? I hope that you can understand that as a doctor, you carry the responsibility and mission of saving you. This is the last time I will save you, so you can choose to return to Song Yunqian's side. However, you must also ensure that you are free and autonomous, that no one will restrict your development in the field of medicine, and that the acupuncture of gold will be passed on in your hands. "

At that moment, Wen Yi came to a realization.

She thought back to when she was in medical school. She had made a huge wish that when a person could spend their entire life doing something, she would have to give up something.

Hence, she did not return to look for Song Yunqian, because he had his responsibilities and missions under this position. If she were to become his queen, she would no longer be able to treat the common people like the other doctors. Her every word and action would be regulated, and behind him and her, there was a group of well-behaved old officials eyeing her like tigers stalking their prey.

Five years later, her life gradually became peaceful. In this border town, she also found the value of her existence.

There would no longer be an old official pointing at her back and saying that her beauty was a disaster that disturbed the monarch's heart.

Furthermore, between his words, it seemed like he wanted her to go back and look for Song Yunqian. Because, he had already decided that he was no longer the new ruler who was always restricted by others.

It had been five years, but things had changed for him. His harem now numbered three thousand, and he was no longer the same as he was before.

Furthermore, she had not found the direct disciple yet, so the acupuncture of gold must be carried on in her hands.

Most importantly, she was already used to thinking about his days in silence.

Being with him was the most beautiful thing in her life.

At the end of May, Zhu Fangyuan returned from Beijing to pay his respects to the old general before he returned to the capital.

For the past few years, Zhu Fangyuan had always been here to accompany her, and would occasionally return to the capital. As a carefree marquis, he did not need to worry about food and clothing, and most of the silver and food from the seals were mostly donated to Wen Yi to purchase medicinal ingredients or to treat the commoners.