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Zong Yue and Zhangsun Wuji were both there.

The Emperor of Xuanyuan and the Crown Prince of Wuji could have sent an ambassador in their stead instead of turning up personally. Even so, the two seemed unbothered by the heated discussion and the lack of etiquette in this case and sat there.

As she glanced at them, the two looked up. Zhangsun Wuji gave her a reassuring smile. He knew that to Meng Fuyao, this was not a moment of glory but rather a frustrating time where she had to sit through these formalities.

However, Zong Yue stared at her. His eyes were no longer void but straightforward, filled with pain and anxiousness. Meng Fuyao welcomed his gaze and gave him a small smile.

According to the traditions, Zong Yue was the Emperor of Xuanji, the one with the highest status amongst all guests. Naturally, he should be the first to offer his well-wishes. He bowed slightly and said, ”Congratulations on ascending the throne. May the country under your reign be peaceful and prosperous. I would love for the two countries to extend our relationship and trade with one another to mutually benefit.”

Meng Fuyao stood up to return the favor. Xuanji's officials were pleasantly surprised by the turn of events. Xuanji's trade was renowned in the world with a huge landmass, dense population, and plentiful goods. If the two countries were to begin trading, there would be a new market for the various products that Xuanji had to be exported, ensuring an inflow of income. Furthermore, they could import ores from Xuanyuan, which were beneficial to the research and development of weapons. Xuanyuan's offer was of timely assistance in the face of Xuanji's weakening economy.

Looking at his pained gaze, she seemed to have been brought back to 14 years ago. That youth donned in white, gently holding on to her shaky, painful teeth as he murmured under his breath, ”I hope you can forget this… I hope you can forget this… Don't be like me… Remembering it every day…”

What wrong did he have? The young child that had carried the pain and revenge of his family. His father was murdered in front of his eyes, forcing him to run for his life. What reasons did he have to not be cold?

Those he had relations with never bothered saving him, yet, he saved her whom he had no relations with.

He was burdened with such agony and suffering, tormented by it day and night. That's why he hoped she could be unburdened and grow up happily.

He gave her a new beginning.

In some sense, he created her—without the Meng Fuyao who had forgotten everything, there wouldn't be a her that would face it courageously.

The sentence that Old Lu did not complete, Meng Fuyao completed it for him.

He is… your savior.

Yes, savior.

Perhaps, to Xu Wan, he was heartless. But to her, he owed nothing.

She looked at Zong Yue and laughed. ”Yes, Fuyao is always thankful for your good intentions.”

Zong Yue's face lit up and wanted to say something. Then, Zhangsun Wuji stepped forward and interrupted the two. ”Wuji would love to maintain a good relationship with Your Majesty. May Your Majesty fulfill this wish.”

Meng Fuyao glanced at him. 'This person can sure joke about in this kind of situation. Seriously, a leopard can never change its spots, huh?' Meng Fuyao thought inwardly.

”Thank you.” Meng Fuyao plastered on a fake smile. ”To say 'fulfill' would be too serious of you. It is my pleasure, too,” she replied.

Zhangsun Wuji happily went back. 'Oh well, at least it was a smile.' He hadn't seen her smile in a very long time, specifically, 232 hours.

Xuanji's officials were all extremely elated at this point. They knew that Her Majesty had a good relationship with the two and was even the King of Han. With such a relationship with the three countries, they no longer had to worry about their country being conquered!

Meng Fuyao greeted the ambassadors. Suddenly, Meng Fuyao squinted her eyes.

A lady walked towards her, donned in blue with streaks of dark red. The colors on the dress complimented her smooth, honey-toned skin, giving her a unique charm. She had a longer and more slender neck than others, and as the sun shone upon her, her beautiful features were highlighted. Those eyes of hers were like the night.

'It's her.'

The mysterious lady she had seen at the restaurant the other day.

Because of that one amulet of hers, she had opened the heavy palace doors of her past memories, recalling her past memories.

Meng Fuyao did not know what to say of this person. The actions of this person were natural and friendly but also odd.

Meng Fuyao noticed Zong Yue's frown as he stared at the lady.

'Do they know each other?'A tradition musical instrument that is no longer widely practiced today