...

[Ah Wu, it’s finally time to tell you this prescription.]

Zhao Wujiang held a blue medicine book and flipped through it.

The medicine book was sent by Qing'er just now, saying it was a relic of Zhao Shou, Zhao Shou's third uncle.

As soon as the medicine book is opened, the pharmacological properties of various herbs are recorded.

At first, Zhao Wujiang was confused, could it be just an ordinary medicine book?

But as he flipped through it, after dozens of pages, deep in each page, he saw lines of detailed records recorded in small words.

[Many people don’t have memories from before they were three or four years old, and neither does Awuyou.]

[But unlike them, your memory does not die naturally like theirs, but is sealed. 】

When Zhao Wujiang read this, his eyes flashed with shock and confusion.

It is normal to have no memories of childhood. Most people do not have or cannot remember clearly and only remember bits and pieces.

So he always thought that it was normal that he didn't have memories of his childhood.

But he didn't expect that this memory was sealed.

Zhao Wujiang frowned, and the frown deepened. He seemed to think of something, the faint sound of wind, the cry of children, the worried sobs of women, the sound of iron tools clashing...

[The person who sealed your memory is your uncle, Zhao Shouwo.]

【You are a sword, a unique sword.】

[Your sword energy is too vast and its edge is too strong.]

[But you were too young at the time, and your body and mind could not bear the sword energy.]

[In order to prevent your mind from being wiped out by the sword energy, my uncle used the Taiyi Xuan Needle to seal the memory of the sword in your mind.]

[What happened later, you should not forget. My uncle taught you medical skills, Taiyi Xuanzhen, and the principles of life.]

[Perhaps you were eroded by sword energy. You have been weak and sick since you were a child. My uncle has been thinking, should you stay in the palace and be an ordinary palace servant?

This may not be a good thing for you.】

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered, and his heart was filled with confusion. He remembered the fortune-telling prophecy given by Grandma Jinhua in Wangzhou:

"The bones are very good, and the sword embryo is just forged, but you must be careful not to be used as a sword user by others..."

Don't let others think you are a swordsman... Zhao Wujiang murmured, feeling that a puzzle was about to be put together in his mind, as if there was some truth, something he had not noticed before was about to be revealed in front of him.

He was lost in thought.

The empress looked sideways, flipping through an ancient book, and stared at Zhao Wujiang suspiciously.

Zhao Wujiang let out a long breath, his mind was a little messy, he didn't think about it anymore, but continued to read the medicine book.

[Until one day, my uncle saw a person in Kyoto, a distant and familiar figure. 】

[They have never let you go, and they don’t want to let go of our Zhao family!]

[Ah Wu, if one day you go to Jianghu, or come into contact with Jianghu, you must be careful of the people in Jianzhong! 】

[The past events are too complicated for my uncle to write down on paper. Once someone with a heart learns about it, you will be in danger.]

[Uncle, here is a dose of decoction, combined with the Taiyi Xuan Needle, it can open the lock of your memory, and you will know the past events...]

[One qian for Astragalus, five qian for Eucommia ulmoides, half a tael for Jiu Ku, three qian for Yuziren ten years, extract the essence of Rehmannia glutinosa and grind it into powder...]

[Mysterious needle pricks the pulse of spiritual deficiency, Shenzang, Yunmen, Taiyi, Tianshu, return, to Guanyuan, up to Shenque, Zi Palace, Xuanji]

[I feel that the end of time has come, and I think about the past, and I have left something behind to educate you into a grown-up, without any regrets.]

[Leave a testamentary prescription in the medicine book.]

The huge amount of information and chaotic speculation made Zhao Wujiang feel his head ache. His eyes were solemn. Third uncle wanted him to be careful about the people in Jianzhong?

Why is this? They don’t want to let me go? Are they also from Sword Tomb?

In the end what happened?

Is there really an answer in my childhood memories?

If Sword Tomb is going to harm me, why hasn't it come looking for me?

Have you never discovered my identity?

Zhao Wujiang kept rubbing his eyebrows. Now that King Xiaoyao has not been removed, another hidden worry appeared. The oppression from both sides made him sigh for a moment.

"Your Majesty, Xiao Lizi is asking for an audience." As the night progressed, a questioning voice came from outside the door.

The empress put down the ancient book and was a little impatient. Just as she was about to drink Xiao Lizi away, she heard Zhao Wujiang sigh heavily:

"That's it for now, shall we go to bed first?"

The empress was full of doubts. What had happened? What had happened?

But she saw that Zhao Wujiang's expression seemed worried, so she did not refute.

...

Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

The east wind refused to cooperate with Zhao Lang, and only allowed the spring water to flow downward.

Zhao Wujiang cut deep the roots and cut down the buds, Xiao Wanjun's water gurgled, and his bed was filled with mourning.

Xiao Wanjun was resentful and satisfied at the same time. The Holy Master was singing particularly vigorously tonight, making it difficult for her to resist.

The empress was in the dark, and the sound of snapping could be heard constantly. She could feel Concubine Xiao Shu's joy and satisfaction.
Chapter completed!