After administering acupuncture to Feng Wuya, Chu Qianli insisted on sitting by the bed, watching over him until he fell asleep before she left.
Everyone said that Prince Yexuan was her man.
But the truth was, she had no memory of Feng Yexuan whatsoever.
If this was the result of Consort Yu's Soul Captivating Technique, then perhaps she could slowly investigate in the days to come.
But to accept this so-called husband now, that was absolutely impossible.
There were always a few sentences lingering in her mind:
"For you, Wuya severed his own meridians, turned his hair white overnight. You owe him for the rest of your life."
"If Wuya were to die, you should not live on alone; it's your fault he became like this."
"In this life, only Wuya would give you his all, without holding anything back."
"You owe him; you owe him for your entire life…"
She didn't know if these were truly her own thoughts, or if they were notions Consort Yu had imposed on her mind.