C4 Downhill

When Ning Zhe was invited to the palace, the dark clouds had already dispersed. The mountain road was winding and tired. Ning Zhe saw two figures standing there even before he stepped through the door of the Palace.

In the beginning, Yuan Jinsi's body was indeed weak, but today, he had to personally come out to welcome her. The palace maid had no choice but to carefully support him, carrying most of her weight and leaning on the door.

When Yuan Jin saw the cyan color with her sharp eyes, she was unable to restrain the joy in her heart. She took a few steps forward before calling out to her senior brother in a low voice.

Ning Zhe's eyes shook and his dry lips opened. He didn't even finish his words. He looked at the girl's smiling face and swallowed it back. The court lady had told him everything along the way.

Actually, it was a good thing for Yuan Jinsi to lose his memories.

Ning Zhe licked his lips and mumbled, "Junior Sister, long time no see."

The corner of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was responding to Ning Zhe's words. However, his left hand that was hidden inside his sleeve had become blue and his knuckles were white, as if he was trying his best to control his heart's strangeness.

There were only three people in the palace. They were quiet, and due to their different identities, Yuan Jinsi had ordered a square handkerchief on his wrist. Ning Zhe put his fingers on the square handkerchief and frowned slightly.

He carefully examined his pulse for a long time before letting out a sigh of relief. With a serious expression, he said, "I will first open up a few sets of medicinal cuisines to recuperate."

"Senior Brother, how can I not be worried about your medical skills?" After a long while, he held his chin and curled his lips, "Ah Chao always said that I forgot this and that. With my brain, I really don't remember anything before I fell down the stairs."

Although the palace maid standing by the side had her head lowered, her expression was unclear, but the slight tremble on her fingertips was enough to clearly show her unease and fear.

"I remember when I sneaked out of the palace with senior brother, there was an old uncle in the west of the city who had a poor memory, and that was because of you." Seeing that the person in front of his eyes stopped, he continued, "The neighboring Little Tiger stole all his things, and when he woke up the next day, that old man thought he went to the wrong house."

"My memory shouldn't be that bad, right?"

The light-hearted question almost stunned Ning Zhe. There was disbelief in his forced eyes. He dryly laughed and said, "Sister, you worry too much. That old man's memory isn't good because of his age."

Yuan Jinping arched her eyebrows and blinked, "Luckily he had a grandson, but unfortunately, he's just a mute. I don't know if that's okay."

The conversation was so complicated that it made people confused. The palace maid treated it as a casual chat and paid it no mind. She only cared if the esteemed guest who was invited to the palace said anything that should not be said.

Ning Zhe listened to the random chatter and tried to figure it out, but his mind suddenly quivered.

He knew that the Da Qi Kingdom changed hands, but he didn't know that it was fated. He only treated it as a plot to usurp power from an ambitious person. Song Xi had no choice but to ascend to the throne.

She said that the palace was filled with quack doctors, and her brother's hoarse voice was unable to speak. The imperial physician only cared about recuperating and drinking medicine, but without seeing any results, he simply sneaked out of the palace.

Little Tiger was a child his old uncle picked up to keep by his side, so how could he possibly steal his own family's belongings.

Ning Zhe originally thought that he remembered wrongly, but no matter how confused he was, he wouldn't make up such nonsense.

The only explanation was that Yuan Jinshan wanted to tell him something, but was unable to speak directly.

"Ziyun, pour me some more tea." Yuan Jinsi tilted his head and pointed at the teapot on the round table. His tone suddenly became much more indifferent.

Seeing that Gong Fu had left, she quickly grabbed Ning Zhe's hand. With a hoarse voice, her eyes reddened, and she kept opening her mouth, "Yuan Zhe!"

The prince of the previous dynasty was in a precarious situation. During these days of his illness, she had tried many times but to no avail. Song Xi only said that they had gone to the mountain resort together and the others could no longer ask.

Ning Zhe patted the back of her hand, telling her not to panic. He nodded and heard the door open again. At the same time, Ning Zhe opened his mouth at a leisurely pace, "Sister, please get some fresh air in another room."

Song Xi's eyes were sharp as he looked at the two figures a few steps ahead. Ning Zhe had completely covered Yuan Jin's weak body, leaving only his green robe behind.

With a darkened expression, he walked over. When she dodged, she hurriedly fell to the ground with tea in her hands. For a moment, the crisp sound of something shattering resounded within the palace, causing people's hearts to jump out of their chests.

Song Xi didn't even blink his eyes as she knelt on the ground in fear. It was unknown if she was kneeling on the ground, but it was so painful that she grimaced and didn't dare to make a sound.

"Brother Ning, how have you been?"

Song Xi looked down at him and spoke with a distant tone.

He was one of Ning Zhe's juniors, but he had never respectfully called him senior brother. The few times they had met, he had come together with Yuan Jinsi. It was hard to see his age on his calm face.

Ning Zhe also knew that Song Xi had only said a few polite words on account of Yuan Jinxian, the people beside sounded like they were talking to him, but if one were to look at the back, they would know who Song Xi's gaze was on.

Yuan Jinther's eyes turned red. Song Xizhan didn't say anything as he clenched his fist but didn't ask. He said indifferently without even moving his neck, "Go and receive your punishment."

After the palace maid kowtowed to express her gratitude, she ran away. Her bloody knees made her not dare to fall down. After swaying a few times, she forced herself to leave, leaving only the three of them in the palace.

"Jinsi's body is fine. I can write some medicine, just ask the royal kitchen to follow suit."

The two words at the top made Song Xi dissatisfied. He slightly raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ning Zhe. Then, he looked at the silent Jin Se. He also didn't say anything. He nodded and didn't say anything else.

Yuan Jinsi, for the first time, didn't take the initiative to talk to Song Xi Chao. She stood up with Ning Zhe's intentions and wanted to grab the paper not far away. A clear hand suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

"Once you're done writing, send it to the eunuch who will lead the way. He will send it to the imperial kitchens." Song Xi's eyes became gloomy and his hand had already wrapped around Yuan Jin Se's shoulder, "I can see that she looks tired today. Perhaps she is going to rest."

Ning Zhe subconsciously took the stack of papers. Just as he was about to speak, Song Xi had already picked up Yuan Jin Se by the waist and walked toward the bed. The eunuch who was leading the way slowly walked over and bowed respectfully.

Even though he couldn't bear to part with her, Ning Zhe had no choice but to leave. But before leaving, he said with worry, "Junior Sister, don't work too hard. With Senior Brother here, you can be at ease."

At this moment, Yuan Jinsi had already become an old uncle who had no one to rely on in his stories. As soon as he woke up from his dream, he didn't know where he was, and everything around him had changed.

Song Xi looked at the person in his embrace who did not struggle and his Adam's apple rose.

"Ah Chao, I'm tired. I want to rest."

"Yes." Song Xi Chao softly replied. He had been listening to this the most these few days.