"Master, I'll have to trouble you with this brat."
Yan Ruyu nodded.
Zhao Shuning's expression softened a little. It was great that she had her master by her side. In this world, only her master possessed the power to erase a person's memories.
Once again, she left. This time, she returned to her room.
Ji Qinglin looked at Yan Ruyu and said with a smile, "Ancestor, Sister Ling is back, right?"
"Yes."
Ji Qinglin, who had been holding his breath, finally let out a long sigh of relief and smiled brilliantly.
"Good, Sister Ling is back."
"Let me erase your memories."
"En, sorry to trouble the Ancestor."
Actually, it wasn't Yan Ruyu's first time to erase his memory.
More than ten years ago, when Ye Ling was still alive, and before she had even become Empress, she had dragged her five injured children to her side.