Chapter 312: Loss Of Memory (1/2)

“I haven't heard from Jun Huang ever since she left,” Nan Xun said worriedly, his brows furrowed. “I shouldn't have let her go. She hadn't fully recovered yet. What if something happens to her?”

Ji Bo paused. “Don't worry too much, Your Highness. She's clever, and fate will help those who are on the right side of history.”

Inside her residence, Jun Huang told the maid to relax and sit down. The maid didn't dare to. She stood rigidly with sweat covering her forehead.

Jun Hunag glanced at the maid and didn't force the issue. She turned around and walked up to the divan. Books of ancient text scattered atop, and there was unfinished needlework on the table.

She sat down on the divan and asked quietly, “Are all these mine?”

The maid jerked up and breathed out slowly, her expression relaxing as she approached Jun Huang with a nod. “They are. You're good with needles, and you're smart. You've memorized the Four Books and Five Cla.s.sics, and reread them every once in a while. You were reading the books before the accident.”

Jun Huang lowered her eyes and tried to recall the memory, but came out blank. She rubbed at her forehead to soothe her headache. In her pain, she failed to notice how deliberately the items in the room had been placed.

“Are you alright, my lady?” the maid asked in panic.

Jun Huang ignored her discomfort and waved a dismissive hand. When the pain finally subsided, she looked up at the maid and chuckled. “It's fine. I'd like a cup of water.”

The maid was worried, but she couldn't disobey Jun Huang. She nodded and went off to retrieve some tea.

Jun Huang's smile dropped. She picked up the needle, but she hadn't a clue what she should do with it. She accidentally p.r.i.c.ked her finger in her attempt. The maid called out in shock when she returned and quickly put the teapot on the table before using a silk handkerchief to wrap up Jun Huang's injured finger.

“Are you sure I can do this?” Jun Huang asked nonchalantly, arching an eyebrow.

The maid paused and stared dumbly at Jun Huang for a moment. “You were good at it. You must have slipped because you aren't feeling well.”

“Why didn't I remember anything?” Jun Huang asked bluntly. “Since I have the time, tell me the story.”

A strange look flashed through the maid's face as if she was contemplating something, but then she relaxed. “You're the Grand Chancellor's beautiful and talented daughter, my lady. You've been staying at home for years. Some time ago, you fell into a pond and got injured. You had been in coma for many days until you woke up.”

“I fell into a pond?”

“You did. As for the memory loss, you must have hit your head. That's nothing to be worried about. You'll recover after a while. No one will question you for that.”

Jun Huang lowered her eyes and finally nodded. She was feeling a little tired. She rose to her feet and lay down on the bed with the maid's help.

When she woke up, the night had fallen. There wasn't anyone around. She stayed there in deep thought, but she couldn't form any concrete thoughts. She had a feeling she had forgotten something very important.

“Are you awake, my lady?” the maid called out from the door. She lit the lamp in the room and walked to the bed.

Jun Huang sat up and nodded at the maid. The maid asked if she'd like to have dinner in the dining hall. Jun Huang shook her head and said she'd just eat something in the room.

After dinner, the maid brought her a dress. When asked, she explained that Jun Huang would be going out with her mother tomorrow. Jun Huang dismissed the maid and sat idly on the bed.

Perhaps she was still ill. She fell asleep without lying down. It was morning when she woke up. The maid entered the room to help her cleaned up and get changed.

“I forgot to ask, where are we going today?” Jun Huang asked when the maid was combing her hair.

The maid was gentle with her hair like it was something to be protected. “Your mother was worried you'd never wake up, so she asked for Buddha's blessing in the temple. Now that you've regained consciousness, she's going to express her grat.i.tude to the Buddha.”

Jun Huang nodded in understanding.

Soon, the maid had finished dressing Jun Huang up. The pink dress suited her. She stared at the bronze mirror, listening to the maid complimenting her. Something seemed to be missing.