Chapter 2: The Poisonous Wine of the Wedding Night Temporarily Loses Memory

  Another astonishing remark.

  "Yue'er, you..." Ying Mo's eyes narrowed suspiciously as he looked at me. His gaze seemed to want to penetrate everything. Unfortunately, for me, his powers were not enough yet. His eyes were pure and transparent like glass: "You... who are you exactly?" I deliberately tilted my head, pretending to think for a while, then shook my head and said, "I really can't remember."

  The atmosphere was clearly awkward. Everyone had already made preparations: first, they would cry loudly, then comfort Lord Ying for a while, and finally weep at the funeral of his wife. That's it, but Lady suddenly woke up, ruining all their plans. Alas, what to do now?

  You shouldn't be so obvious, Mo. He still didn't fully believe me: "Yue'er, you really don't remember anything?"

  "Oh dear." I deliberately crouched down, my head buried between my knees: "I really forgot, it hurts so much. Just thinking about these things makes my head hurt." My body kept shaking. Don't get me wrong, I was laughing.

  "Yu'er." Ying Mouyu helped me up: "No matter whether you remember me or not, I won't abandon you." This gaze, this tone, truly worthy of a movie emperor. The people around us had already started to sob emotionally. Please, this is too fake.

  "But who are you, after all?"

  At this time, the imperial physician finally arrived. At his speed, he was absolutely a cripple among snails.

  The imperial physician felt my pulse, then shook his head: "Your Excellency, the lady may be suffering from temporary amnesia due to the stimulation of the poison. It's possible that she'll recover in a few days, or it's possible that she'll never recover for the rest of her life. I can prescribe a few doses of medicine to calm her down first."

  "Alright, you can go now." Ying Mo Yu waved her hand and said.

  He furrowed his brow. To outsiders, it seemed like worry, but to me, it was the regret of a foiled plot.

  "Someone, take your wife back to the room to rest."

  Huh, didn't you go into the bridal chamber? But this is also good. Revenge and stuff, no need to rush it.

  "Yes." A maid walked out of the crowd. It was the female lead from just now's performance. Hmph, it seems that even if I've lost my memory, they still have to plant a mole by my side. Just as I was about to step out the door, he suddenly called out to me: "Right, madam. In case you remember anything later, please don't forget to tell me."

  "I know." I slightly turned back. It was obvious that he meant: even if you lose your memory, I will still play with you to death.