"...She didn't lie to me." A gentle smile slowly appeared on Yan Junqing's lips: "She told me her identity, the Empress of the Southern Jin Dynasty. She didn't lie to me."

"..." Xuanyuan Jing choked and was speechless.

If Ye Jiangxue really told Yan Junqing his identity, then Ye Jiangxue must also tell Yan Junqing his identity.

Therefore, now Yan Junqing has not recovered her memory, but has doubts about her.

"She was not the one who deceived me." He smiled gently and looked at Xuanyuan Jing lightly: "What about you, have you deceived me? You gave me the identity of Wen Zhijun, but you have been lying to me.

Not Wen Zhijun at all."

"No." Xuanyuan Jing raised his chin, looked at him with a cold expression, and said a thousand words into one sentence, "You are Wen Zhijun, and no one can change this identity."

He must be, must be!

Yan Junqing laughed softly, "So, you turned me into Wen Zhijun."

"You are Wen Zhijun." Xuanyuan Jing said firmly.

Yan Junqing thought of Ye Jiangxue. Ye Jiangxue had never forced him to accept the same situation in this way.

That woman is clearly an emperor, and has the same power as Xuanyuan Jing, or even more power than Xuanyuan Jing.

But she wouldn't do such a thing to him.

Ye Jiangxue... always looks that harmless.

Suddenly, Yan Junqing frowned and felt a faint pain on the side of his head.

It was just for a moment, and then slowly, the image in my mind became clear, and the brittle fragments connected in a line, appearing in the memory like waves.

He stretched out his hand, covering his temples with his palms, breathing unsteadily, and said intermittently unconsciously: "Jiangxue... Jiangxue... Your Majesty... Jiangxue..."

Jiangxue, Jiangxue, his Jiangxue, his Majesty.

She has been waiting for him to come back, she laughs, she cries, she is happy, she is sad...many pictures are put together, cut into pieces, and sealed, she becomes alive.

Feeling severe pain starting from the depths of her brain, Yan Junqing held her breath, her face turned pale, and her eyebrows were knitted together... It's almost, soon... it will be solved soon...

Jiangxue, Jiangxue.

"Zhijun!" Xuanyuan Jing knew something was wrong when he heard him talking about Ye Jiangxue. He quickly grabbed his sleeve and shook him violently to wake him up from the nightmare. His blue eyes were filled with panic, "Zhijun

Jun! Don’t! Zhijun! Wake up! Don’t… don’t leave me!”

The pain in his mind was almost torn apart, and Yan Junqing's vision was blurry. He only felt that something was about to rush out. Maybe if he worked harder, he could completely untie it.

Jiangxue, your majesty, his Jiangxue, his majesty.

She was the one in his consciousness, and Yan Junqing kept repeating her name, over and over again...

Xuanyuan Jing raised his face, and his breath was held for a moment. Yan Junqing's face was pale, and blood spilled from his lips and teeth. He murmured Ye Jiangxue's name, and the blood flowed down the corners of his lips, dyeing the purple ribbon red.

With almost no hesitation, Xuanyuan Jing immediately raised his hand and hit him hard on the back of the neck.

Yan Junqing's defenseless body went limp and fell into Xuanyuan Jing's arms.

Xuanyuan Jing hugged Yan Junqing, and after using all his strength, he slowly lowered his head for a long time and made sure that he was still in his eyes.

He's still there, fortunately, he's still there.

Breathing disorderly, trembling fingers touched his cheek and wiped away the blood under the corners of his lips. "...She didn't lie to me." A gentle smile slowly appeared on Yan Junqing's lips: "She told me her identity,

The Empress of the Southern Jin Dynasty, she didn’t lie to me.”

"..." Xuanyuan Jing choked and was speechless.

If Ye Jiangxue really told Yan Junqing his identity, then Ye Jiangxue must also tell Yan Junqing his identity.

Therefore, now Yan Junqing has not recovered her memory, but has doubts about her.

"She was not the one who deceived me." He smiled gently and looked at Xuanyuan Jing lightly: "What about you, have you deceived me? You gave me the identity of Wen Zhijun, but you have been lying to me.

Not Wen Zhijun at all."

"No." Xuanyuan Jing raised his chin, looked at him with a cold expression, and said a thousand words into one sentence, "You are Wen Zhijun, and no one can change this identity."

He must be, must be!

Yan Junqing laughed softly, "So, you turned me into Wen Zhijun."

"You are Wen Zhijun." Xuanyuan Jing said firmly.

Yan Junqing thought of Ye Jiangxue. Ye Jiangxue had never forced him to accept the same situation in this way.

That woman is clearly an emperor, and has the same power as Xuanyuan Jing, or even more power than Xuanyuan Jing.

But she wouldn't do such a thing to him.

Ye Jiangxue... always looks that harmless.

Suddenly, Yan Junqing frowned and felt a faint pain on the side of his head.

It was just for a moment, and then slowly, the image in my mind became clear, and the brittle fragments connected in a line, appearing in the memory like waves.

He stretched out his hand, covering his temples with his palms, breathing unsteadily, and said intermittently unconsciously: "Jiangxue... Jiangxue... Your Majesty... Jiangxue..."

Jiangxue, Jiangxue, his Jiangxue, his Majesty.

She has been waiting for him to come back, she laughs, she cries, she is happy, she is sad...many pictures are put together, cut into pieces, and sealed, she becomes alive.

Feeling severe pain starting from the depths of her brain, Yan Junqing held her breath, her face turned pale, and her eyebrows were knitted together... It's almost, soon... it will be solved soon...

Jiangxue, Jiangxue.

"Zhijun!" Xuanyuan Jing knew something was wrong when he heard him talking about Ye Jiangxue. He quickly grabbed his sleeve and shook him violently to wake him up from the nightmare. His blue eyes were filled with panic, "Zhijun

Jun! Don’t! Zhijun! Wake up! Don’t… don’t leave me!”

The pain in his mind was almost torn apart, and Yan Junqing's vision was blurry. He only felt that something was about to rush out. Maybe if he worked harder, he could completely untie it.

Jiangxue, your majesty, his Jiangxue, his majesty.

She was the one in his consciousness, and Yan Junqing kept repeating her name, over and over again...

Xuanyuan Jing raised his face, and his breath was held for a moment. Yan Junqing's face was pale, and blood spilled from his lips and teeth. He murmured Ye Jiangxue's name, and the blood flowed down the corners of his lips, dyeing the purple ribbon red.

With almost no hesitation, Xuanyuan Jing immediately raised his hand and hit him hard on the back of the neck.

Yan Junqing's defenseless body went limp and fell into Xuanyuan Jing's arms.

Xuanyuan Jing hugged Yan Junqing, and after using all his strength, he slowly lowered his head for a long time and made sure that he was still in his eyes.

He's still there, fortunately, he's still there.
Chapter completed!