"What are you doing sitting down? There can't be no one in the house. It depends on what the lady wants..." she choked.

"She can take whatever she wants." The maid said, leaning on the railing with a smile, looking at the night sky and exhaling, "I'm so exhausted. Someone is holding me up when the sky falls, so I can take a rest."

Banqin laughed, laughed and cried again, raising her hands to wipe away her tears.

The night was dark, Banqin put out the lights one by one, came to the bedroom, and looked at the couch carefully.

Cheng Jiaoniang lay on her side and looked at her.

"Madam, you haven't gone to bed yet?" Banqin said, kneeling over and asking, "Would you like some water?"

Cheng Jiaoniang shook her head, stood up and sat up, but she didn't say anything in the end.

There was silence in the room.

This scene made Banqin feel vaguely familiar.

In the ruins of the Taoist temple after the lightning strike, the lady who woke up looked at herself like this.

"Madam, have you remembered?" she asked after hesitation.

"I remember part of it," Cheng Jiaoniang said.

"Do you remember the old lady and the nanny? Do you remember feeding you sweets when I was a child?" Banqin asked with bright eyes.

Cheng Jiaoniang looked at her and shook her head.

"Remember that I am the Cheng family of Jiangzhou." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Banqin was stunned and nodded.

Do you still need to think about this?

"When the Cheng family from Jiangzhou left Shuzhou, the sword gate was cut off and the Hengjiang River was cut off. The ancestors of divination have a low career. If there is any question of evil and injustice, then the turtle will be used as a guide to profit and loss..." Cheng Jiaoniang continued.

Banqin's eyes widened.

What what….

Looking at Banqin's wide eyes, Cheng Jiaoniang smiled.

"Go to bed," she said.

Banqin said, a little uneasy, the question she asked was not good...

What good things can come from the past of those stupid people?

"It's better for me to forget about the past," she couldn't help but say.

As soon as these words came out, Cheng Jiaoniang's expression changed slightly under the night light.

It’s good to forget….

Forgot, it's pretty good.

Part of what she remembered was her name, her family, and her clan, but these were not enough.

Because there are only names, dry names, dry who is who, dry descriptions unfolding in my mind, there is no laughter, sorrow, anger, sadness, no heartache that I have ever felt...

"Banqin, get a mirror." Cheng Jiaoniang said.

Banqin nodded and took the bronze mirror from the side of the couch.

Under the night light, the blurry woman in the dim bronze mirror described herself as a strange woman...

Cheng Jiaoniang stretched out her hand to touch her face.

They are both the Cheng family in Jiangzhou and Cheng Fang, but why are they different?

What is the relationship between this Cheng family and my own Cheng family?

Why is she here?

What happened?

Why can't I remember all this? Is it because of that man?

The man who took her heart.

The eyes are opened, but the heart is still not there, so it is still incomplete.

As for that man, she couldn't remember his name or what he looked like!

who is he?

Why don't you know who he is?

"Madam, madam." Banqin held her hand and shouted with a trembling voice.

People say don’t look in the mirror at night, you’ll be taken away from your soul. It’s only the lady who regained her soul….

Cheng Jiaoniang closed her eyes slightly, then opened them again and smiled at her.

"I'm fine." She said, patting Banqin's hand, "You go and rest."

Banqin looked at her worriedly, but nodded obediently.

"Madam, is it really because that young man called your name that you woke up?" she asked after hesitation.

Thinking of the magic last night, Banqin was still in a trance like a dream.

When they saw their wife waking up, they were all crazy with joy, crying and laughing. When they came to their senses, the young man had already disappeared.

The night comes and goes suddenly, and their wives wake up with just one word. Could it be that they are immortals?

Cheng Jiaoniang nodded.

"But why?" Banqin asked.

"Because the name is self-named. The one who comes from the mouth is the night, the night is the night, and the night is not seen, so I name myself by the mouth." Cheng Jiaoniang said with a slight smile. [Note 1]

Name is destiny. If you call your name, you know your destiny. This is destiny.

In this woman named Cheng Fang, she, Cheng Fang, was able to survive.

Is this God’s will or is it calculated by man?

She lowered her head and took a letter from the desk.

Who are you.

"Who are you?" Cheng Jiaoniang murmured.

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Chapter completed!