Who are you

Nangong Yao looked down at Huo Tingdong from a high vantage point, unable to articulate whether he felt hatred or something else. He smiled faintly, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "That Qing Sang must have said something. I promised her that as long as you save Su Wan, I will reopen the investigation into the case of Huo Yun."

No, this is not fair. After he has harbored resentment for so many years, what right does she have to forget him, what right? He does not allow it

The sunlight fell warmly, spreading a golden halo around her. Nangong Yao felt a wave of dizziness, and he even dared not step forward to disrupt that beautiful scene. He found it hard to believe that the lovely girl before him was indeed Huo Qingsang, yet she was unmistakably Huo Qingsang.

Huo Qingsang secretly glanced at the terrifyingly dark-faced Nangong Yao, harboring the thought of wanting Huo Tingdong to come to her side; that person exuded a menacing aura, posing a danger.

Is that so? The tightly pressed lips finally broke into a faint smile, as Nangong Yao gazed steadily into the distance

Perhaps Huo Tingdong believes he has concealed it well, but Nangong Yao would never be mistaken; he loves Huo Qingsang, and he has loved her for many years.

Huo Tingdong was filled with rage; he despised the hypocritical and cold man before him. If possible, he would never want Qingsang to return to this hypocritical palace. Therefore, he told a lie: "When rescuing Miss Su, the queen went missing and her life or death is unknown." He spoke lightly, yet his eyes were filled with profound despair, and in his gaze towards Nangong Yao, there was a kind of anger, an anger that wished to flay the bones and eat the flesh.

Nangong Yao glanced at Huo Qingsang, who was hiding in Huo Tingdong's embrace, hesitated to speak, then turned and swept his sleeve as he departed, leaving Huo Tingdong with a meaningful look before he left

We were besieged by Murong Wufeng in the Yanshan Mountains, and it was the son of Wu and Yue who rescued us. In order to save the Concubine De, Qingsang returned alone to the rebel camp in Yanshan. When we found Qingsang and the Concubine De, Qingsang was gravely injured and unconscious. The military doctor from Tongzhou Prefecture was helpless; her injuries were too severe, with a comminuted fracture of her right wrist, three broken ribs, and a serious head injury. Later, it was also the son of Wu and Yue who took out the family heirloom, the Jade Dew Pill, to save Qingsang's life. He spoke of this matter lightly, yet the heart-wrenching pain from that time remained vividly etched in memory, ingrained in his very bones. After Qingsang woke up, for the first few days, she could see nothing due to the accumulation of blood clots in her brain. During that time, she would not allow anyone to approach her, resembling a quiet child, speaking only occasionally to Wu and Yue, who fed her medicine, ignoring everyone else. The doctor said she had lost her memory and remembered nothing. "How much pain he felt then," he thought, as Qingsang, having awakened, could see nothing for the first few days due to the blood clots in her brain. During that time, she would not allow anyone to approach her, resembling a quiet child, speaking only occasionally to Wu and Yue, who fed her medicine, ignoring everyone else. The doctor said she had lost her memory and remembered nothing. "How much pain he felt then," he thought, as she was clearly right beside him, yet he could not touch her; she no longer recognized him, no longer recognized him.

Nangong Yao had never seen such a Huo Qingsang. She was dressed in a warm yellow summer shirt and a front-opening vest, with a pleated white skirt printed with lilacs below. She looked like an innocent and carefree young girl. With a smile on her face, she squatted on the lawn in the courtyard, her slightly tilted face adorned with a gentle smile. She parted her thin lips and spoke to the man in white before her, as the two of them affectionately used flower shears to trim the branches of the tea tree at the edge of the bushes.

A familiar voice, yet no longer a familiar tone. Nangong Yao felt a surge of frustration pressing against his chest, making him want to rush over and question her thoroughly. Huo Qingsang, have you truly forgotten me?

"She is my empress," he said, reaching out to Huo Qingsang once more. "Qingsang, return to the palace with me."

She timidly hid behind Wu Yue, peeking out from under his arm, cautiously observing the two men across from her, and gently asked, "Who are you?"

Nangong Yao was taken aback, his face dark and grim like the bottom of a pot. He sidestepped to avoid the flying flower scissors, took several large strides forward, and grabbed her hand: "Huo Qingsang, have you had enough of this? I don't care whether you are acting or what, come back to the palace with me now." As he spoke, he forcefully pulled her out from behind Wu Yue.

Nangong Yao stood there in a daze, gazing at the morning light on the horizon, yet his entire body felt devoid of any warmth, and he unknowingly missed the morning court assembly.

The young lady was trimming the lawn in the backyard with Young Master Wu Yue, when suddenly, it seemed, it seemed... Before the words could finish, a shadow flashed before her eyes, and there was no trace of Huo Tingdong in the study.

Is this what he wants

Huo Qingsang, you cannot escape, cannot escape

Huo Tingdong stood before the crowd clad in silver-white battle armor, his face bearing no expression, slightly somber.

He noticed her twisted right hand struggling to grip the flower shears, a thin layer of sweat staining her fair cheeks, while the man beside her carefully pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve and handed it to her

He did not know what his feelings should be at this moment, but it was ultimately painful, a pain akin to a dull knife slicing through his flesh, cut by cut, blood flowing profusely

Wu Yue reached out and grasped her hand, meeting Nangong Yao's dark gaze without any fear: "She said she was afraid." His thin lips curled into a faint arc, his smile like a gentle spring breeze, yet with an added touch of chill within it

How is it? Can we go to the Huo family to check? Has there been any unusual person entering or leaving the Huo residence since Huo Tingdong entered the city? He does not believe that Huo Qingsang is dead. According to Huo Tingdong's character, if Huo Qingsang were truly dead, he would not return to Bianjing, but would rather be very likely to rebel

Huo Tingdong glanced at Huo Qingsang and Wu Yue in the courtyard, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes. He stood quietly behind Nangong Yao, his heart heavy as if a massive stone were pressing down on it

He missed her once, then missed her a second time. Perhaps in this lifetime, he will never be able to stand by her side openly to shield her from the wind and rain, and can only silently guard her from the shadows

Nangong Yao's tall figure swayed slightly, and he nodded faintly. There was no trace of expression on his obscurely handsome face as he said, "You are aware of your father's situation?"

Huo Tingdong smiled at her indulgently and said, "You look good." How long did it take for him to make her believe that he was her brother? Yet, seeing her dependence and attachment to Wu Yue, who knows the pain in his heart?

He suddenly turned around, grabbing Huo Tingdong by the collar, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Huo Tingdong: "You are lying, how is that possible? How could she have amnesia? Huo Tingdong, you are deceiving me, didn't you say she was dead? But she is alive, you did this on purpose, you did this on purpose, do you think I don't know that you like her? But she is my wife, no one can take her away, not even she herself." His eyes reddened, his voice hoarse, feeling as if his entire chest was in pain, feeling empty, he was eager to confirm that she was still his. But she is my wife, no one can take her away, not even she herself. His eyes reddened, his voice hoarse, feeling as if his entire chest was in pain, feeling empty, he was eager to confirm that she was still his.

Huo Tingdong nodded: "The Empress indeed spoke to me about it."

When Huo Tingdong learned that Su Mu was the presiding judge of this case, he was so enraged that he smashed the teacup in his hand, casting a cold and fierce glance towards the direction of the palace, feeling a vague sense of unease in his heart

Nangong Yao said nothing further and waved his hand to dismiss him

I, a humble minister, conducted a night investigation at the Huo residence and learned that two days before Huo Ting entered the city, a man and a woman entered the city together. After they entered the Huo residence, they did not come out again. Although the woman was wearing a hood, her figure was similar to that of the Empress

Nangong Yao wanted to say something else, but Liu Quan, with a pale gray complexion, entered through the moon gate, stating that a major incident had occurred in the imperial harem. The De Fei accidentally collided with the Shu Fei in the Imperial Garden, and the Shu Fei reprimanded the De Fei's maid in the garden. The De Fei intervened to block the slap from that matron, resulting in her falling into the flower bushes and injuring her face

"Wife?" Huo Tingdong scoffed with a mocking smile, brushing his hand away. "When did you ever consider her your wife?" He cast a cold glance at Nangong Yao, suddenly grabbing his bright yellow collar. "Isn't all of this what you wanted? Isn't all of this what you orchestrated? You wanted the Huo family to fall, and now that the Huo family has reached such a state, what more are you dissatisfied with? Or do you insist on going for the kill?"

"Brother," Huo Qingsang called out cautiously to Huo Tingdong across from her. Although her voice was still somewhat awkward and confused, she smiled at him and beckoned with her finger. "Brother, do you think the camellias I trimmed look nice?"

He forced himself to remain calm, but it was of no use. He smashed the Shulan Hall, including every place that bore the scent of Huo Qingsang. He said, "Huo Qingsang, how can you die? You will not die, I do not believe it. You owe me, and even if I kill you ten times, it would not be enough to repay your debt. Without my permission, how can you die?"

Half a month later, when Huo Tingdong returned from suppressing bandits, Nangong Yao personally welcomed him outside Xuanwu Gate, accompanied by a hundred officials

It felt as if something had collapsed within him in an instant; he was unsure whether it was jealousy or anger, standing dazed at the moon gate. Behind him, hurried footsteps approached, and he suddenly turned around to meet the eager gaze of Huo Tingdong.

No, how could she? How could she forget even him?

What?" Huo Tingdong suddenly stood up, sweeping his hand to knock over the teacup on the table, his expression dark as he looked at the butler, "Where is the eldest young lady?"

He quickened his pace and approached her, opening his arms to embrace her tightly. However, his slightly averted gaze searched through the crowd, and his heart sank continuously.

After Huo Qingsang left the palace, Nangong Yao consistently proclaimed to the outside world that the Empress was ill and had taken refuge in Shulan Palace. Aside from two imperial physicians stationed there during the day, there were very few visitors to Shulan Palace.

Perhaps their quarrel finally attracted the attention of the two individuals inside the Moon Gate, as Huo Qingsang stood up and looked intently at the two dejected men.

He said she lost her memory, he said her right hand was incapacitated, he said she remembered nothing, and also forgot who she was

"General, it is not good. The Emperor, the Emperor is visiting incognito. Now, now someone has already entered the inner residence." The steward stumbled in through the door, his face pale as a sheet.

Deng Tuzi

Nangong Yao's fists were clenched so tightly that they turned white, and he stood there frozen, as if something inside him had been suddenly emptied.

The return of Su Wan has made the already tumultuous harem even more anxious. The emperor's decree for the conferment has been issued, officially bestowing Su Wan the title of De Fei and granting her residence in the Ya Fang Hall. However, due to the empress's persistent illness preventing her from attending to affairs, the imperial seal has yet to be affixed to the conferment decree.

Time is so cruel, yet it seems to have left no trace on her; she remains as she was when she left, unchanged, while it is he who has always changed.

Huo Tingdong nodded: "When the Empress arrived in Tongzhou, she informed me that my father is innocent and must have been framed by treacherous individuals. I implore Your Majesty to take charge of this matter." He bent down and knelt, his gaze burning as he looked at the man across from him

"No," she said, shrinking back her head, "Who are you?"

"I don't want to," Huo Qingsang said through gritted teeth, glaring at him, her pale left hand tightly gripping Huo Tingdong's collar. "Go away, go away, I hate you."

A trace of panic flashed in Huo Qingsang's eyes as she looked fearfully at Wu Yue behind her and said, "Wu Yue, I am afraid"

Nangong Yao looked at Huo Qingsang in his arms with displeasure; at this moment, she should be nestled in his embrace, for he was her husband, her heaven

Huo Tingdong's words exploded in Nangong Yao's heart like a thunderclap, and he looked at Huo Tingdong in disbelief, his right hand pressing tightly against his chest

Neither of the two men is willing to let go, their gazes collide fiercely in the air, creating an atmosphere that is momentarily terrifying

"I am your husband, do you not remember?" he said almost through gritted teeth

The case of Huo Yuntong colluding with the enemy was re-investigated by the Ministry of Justice just three days after Huo Tingdong returned to the capital, and the presiding official was unexpectedly Su Mu, the father of Su Wan.

Zhuiyun stated that Huo Qingsang's life and death are unknown in his efforts to save Su Wan; Zhuiyun also mentioned that Murong Wufeng died under mysterious circumstances, and the whereabouts of the remaining 50,000 Xiliang troops are unknown; Zhuiyun further noted that Huo Tingdong is currently on his way back to the capital.

If the past Huo Qingsang had heard these words, she would have surely laughed out loud, but the current Huo Qingsang only felt a surge of anger. She grabbed the flower shears that had fallen to the ground and threw them at Nangong Yao, sternly saying: "You scoundrel, how dare you tarnish my reputation"

No, that is not the case. He only wanted to punish the Huo family, to punish Huo Qingsang. However, he never thought that one day Huo Qingsang would die, nor did he ever consider that one day she would leave him or completely erase herself from his memory

Huo Tingdong had just exited the Imperial Study when Chuiyun pushed the door open and entered: "Your Majesty"

"Enough." Huo Tingdong rushed over and pulled Huo Qingsang into his embrace, glaring at Nangong Yao. After a long time, he said, "Your Majesty, please return. Qingsang... she no longer remembers you. As for returning to the palace, it would be better to reconsider that matter!"

Nangong Yao's gaze searched through the crowd for a long time, and ultimately, with disappointment, he raised an eyebrow, coldly looking at Huo Tingdong, and asked: "Where is she?"

After the celebration banquet, Nangong Yao stayed behind alone with Huo Tingdong. In the brightly lit imperial study, the two men harbored their own thoughts as they faced each other. After a long silence, Nangong Yao spoke in a deep voice: "Where is Qingsang?"

Huo Qingsang's timid and guarded gaze was like a knife, piercing deeply into Nangong Yao's heart. He stiffly reached out his hand towards her: "Qingsang, come here."

Huo Tingdong could not help but curl his lips in a cold smile, waving his hand towards the crowd behind him. The crowd parted, and Su Wan's soft sedan chair descended. The purple curtain of the sedan was lifted, revealing a woman of stunning beauty, who looked at him with a charming smile.