Chapter 1184: This is a good sign (2/2)

It had been ages since they’d heard that voice! Over the past few months, Tang Li hadn’t said anything else besides the same old lines--missing peace and quiet, wanting peace and quiet…

“How is it broken? Tang Li, tell me, what’s broken?” Ning Jing’s voice was hoarse.

Tang Li didn’t answer, but opened up the Pear Blossom Teardrop Rain and looked at its insides. “It’s missing two thin threads.” Those were the items that Han Yunxi had taken out on purpose!

Although Tang LI’s insanity had robbed him of all memories of the people he knew, he could still see through the weapons he’d designed at a glance. Ning Jing looked at Han Yunxi, extremely moved. Han Yunxi was affected as well. Even Long Feiye sitting on the sidelines couldn’t help but walk over silently.

Once again, Ning Jing asked in a small, careful voice, “Then, can we fix it?”

“Yes!” Tang Li was certain. His blank look turned serious in an instant.

“How do we fix it?” Long Feiye asked next.

But Tang Li stopped talking. Anxious, Ning Jing repeated, “A’Li, how do we fix this?”

Tang Li said no more as he started fiddling around with the Pear Blossom Teardrop Rain. When Long Feiye wanted to ask more questions, Han Yunxi stopped him and murmured, “Let’s do this. Have the Tang Clan send over all the weapons that Tang Li personally designed.”

Many victims of mental trauma who forgot everything and lost their wits nevertheless retained knowledge of their specialties and masteries. At the very least, they wouldn’t reject what thy knew. Perhaps they could tackle Tang Li’s problem from this angle to speed up Ning Jing’s attempts to call him to his senses.

“Alright!” Long Feiye immediately went to organize the details. He had Chu Xifeng command the Tang Clan to deliver the goods while digging up a pile of assassination weapons from who knows were, all personally made and manufactured by Tang Li. Some of them were things Han Yunxi had never seen before.

When the items were placed in front of Tang Li, his eyes lit up. Ning Jing was both excited and saddened by the sight. She teased, “I bet even my daughter and I aren’t worth this pile of scrap metal in his eyes!”

“Try a little harder to wake him up. Ask him who’s more important, the scrap metal or you and your daughter?” Han Yunxi smiled.

“As long as he comes to his senses, it’s fine even if my daughter and I aren’t the most important ones,” Ning Jing looked at Han Yunxi, afraid that she didn’t believe her. “Really! I don’t care!”

Han Yunxi wanted to give Ning Jing a hug, but ended up patting her on the shoulder. She knew that Ning Jing was different from Mu Linger. Ning Jing would cheer up with a simple pat on the shoulders while Mu Linger needed a hug and a good cry.

Originally, Han Yunxi wanted to ask Ning Jing whether Mu Linger and Lady Tang could send little Tang Tang over, but she had already mentioned the baby before without much reaction from its mother. Now it’d be awkward to bring it up again.

If little Tang Tang came, so would Lady Tang. She was fine, but what about the rest of the Tang Clan? Could Ning Jing still stay peacefully with Tang Li after that?

Long Feiye ordered men to set up a little tent in a quiet section behind Rear Camp, and Tang Li and Ning Jing moved in. Caught up with his weapons, Tang Li kept dismantling and assembling them nonstop. Ning Jing was clueless on these things, so she couldn’t ask the right questions at first. Unexpectedly, Tang Li would actually teach her how to design them without being prompted. A few days later, he began to speak more and more often. Unfortunately, he only talked to Ning Jing and no one else. The multiple times that Long Feiye dropped by, he was completely ignored.

While Ning Jing was talking about weapons with Tang Li, she’d slip in a sudden question here and there, like “A’Li, do you know who I am?”

Tang Li would only shake his head. He had no idea this woman was the “peace and quiet” so often on his lips, much less that she was his wife. Every time, Ning Jing would tell him, “I’m Jing Jing, Ning Jing.”

And Tang Li would nod, but that was all. The next time Ning Jing asked him, his replies remained unchanged. Despite this, Ning Jing remained calm and gentle no matter what he said. She was privately miserable, but avoided it as much as she could. These days in the camp, she had the habit of seeking out Han Yunxi.

She never complained or cried, but found Han Yunxi to chat or tease little Rui’er to improve her mood. As Han Yunxi had a companion for her confinement period now, she felt less bored than before. Time seemed to pass even faster instead. During the day when Ning Jing was around, Long Feiye rarely came by to spend time with Han Yunxi and Rui’er. He was busy dealing with the Northern Li plague and the medical coalition sent to help them.

Besides that, he finally gave in one day and went to the rear mountains of Rear Camp alone. Chu Xifeng had long gotten an account of Gu Beiyue’s whereabouts, so Long Feiye easily tracked down the little house.

It was currently approaching evening. The forests and plains had all bloomed into flowers in the spring, giving a sense of vitality to the dusk. But Long Feiye saw nothing but death from a distance!

Gu Qishao was sitting by himself on the doorstep, his entire body wrapped up in black robes. Only his head was showing, but it was bowed down towards the ground. Under the canopy of twilight, he looked like an old, dying man.

Long Feiye stood there for a long time, neither leaving nor approaching…