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"Forget it, forget it! Don't burn the quilt tonight, or we will have to compensate with one tael of silver!"

Xiao'er tossed him two pieces of silver.

The shopkeeper, after receiving it, went outside. He had to accompany the bodyguards, in case they really found an assassin.

When the shopkeeper had left, Xiao'er quickly closed the door and asked, "What happened? How did you get hurt so badly?"

Upon mentioning this, Zhao Yong almost felt like crying. The guards of Xiyue country didn't harm him much, but his own master gave him a stab!

When his master's sword pierced right through him, he felt as heartbroken as if his parents had died.

"Miss, my master can't recognize me. He was the one who stabbed me!" Zhao Yong pointed to his wounded chest, expressing his despair.

"Master Shangguan stabbed you?" Xiao'er recalled the dream, causing her concern to grow even more.

Did he really forget them? What exactly happened? How could he have lost his memories?