Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved
Chapter 323: I Just Need Her to Lose Her Memory, Forget Everything

Chapter 323: Chapter 323: I Just Need Her to Lose Her Memory, Forget Everything

"No, Senior Brother, it’s too dangerous. They are looking for me. Don’t lead them away!"

Murong Jiu shook her head and gripped Senior Brother Cheng’s arm tightly.

"They won’t hurt me, Senior Brother. Listen to me, they have a use for capturing me, but you’re vulnerable. If they capture you, they will definitely kill you!"

"They won’t catch me. I go into the mountains all year round and know the mountain paths better than they do. I will buy you time; you must run away and not let them catch you."

As he spoke, he gripped Murong Jiu’s hand tightly. "Ah Jiu, your brother isn’t very useful. This is the only thing I can do for you."

Tears fell from Murong Jiu’s eyes like beads off a broken string.

She shook her head, "No, Senior Brother..."

"There’s no time left!"

Senior Brother Cheng released her hand. "Ah Jiu, listen to me."

Before he could finish, Murong Jiu struck the back of his neck with a karate chop, causing Senior Brother Cheng to fall, eyes wide open.

She said, "Senior Brother, I’m sorry, I can’t let you risk your life for me."

She covered his body with dry grass, cleared footprints inside the cave with branches, and camouflaged the entrance with dead branches before walking out.

She saw a lit torch not far away, illuminating numerous people. It looked like Mo Yu’s reinforcements had arrived.

Had the Fourth Prince come?

Or perhaps it was Prince Kesi of the Western Regions, who left the Western Regions for Capital City.

Murong Jiu followed the light and walked towards it.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince! Someone is ahead!"

Soon, someone spotted Murong Jiu and shouted loudly.

Kesi turned around, and his gaze met Murong Jiu’s from afar, a smile forming on his handsome, exotic face.

He raised his hand to stop others from approaching Murong Jiu and walked towards her unhurriedly.

"Princess Consort, long time no see. You’re still as charming as ever."

Murong Jiu glanced around; not seeing Mo Yu, she sighed in relief. If Mo Yu were there, he would definitely seek Senior Brother to avenge his ruin.

And Kesi’s men would not care about a mere doctor.

Kesi approached closer, and Murong Jiu, showing no emotion, looked at him. "Prince Kesi, I don’t recall us having any acquaintance."

"Oh? Don’t you know, someone intended to offer you as a concubine to me? I have been to the Central Plains and am very fond of women from there, graceful and charming, just like the Princess Consort. Unfortunately, among the numerous women I’ve seen, none compares to a fraction of you, Princess Consort, which has made me unable to forget you."

It turned out Murong Jiu’s guess was correct; the Fourth Prince indeed intended to present her to the Western Region Prince.

But she would not delude herself into believing Kesi’s nonsense about not forgetting her. It was merely because her status as the Princess Consort, the daughter of General Fu, would greatly inspire the people of the Western Regions if she became one of Kesi’s concubines.

A cold smile curled on her lips.

"Unexpectedly, the esteemed Western Region Prince is such a petty man, coveting another’s wife."

Kesi nodded instead. "You’re right. I am a petty man. There’s no need to provoke me with words. I am blinded by desire and care little for external opinions."

With a wave of his hand, people immediately surrounded Murong Jiu.

Murong Jiu did not resist, letting them bind her hands.

Kesi, feigning compassion, remarked, "Tsk, tsk, how did your hands end up like this? Mo Yu is indeed rough. Be careful, if she loses another piece of skin, I’ll chop off your hands."

Having said that, the binding on her wrists loosened, and they re-tied her lower arms.

Murong Jiu showed no expression as someone pulled her forward. The mountain path was difficult, and they hadn’t ridden horses up the mountain. Na Kesi walked beside her, staring at her face the entire way, seemingly very pleased.

Halfway there, the group stopped at a wooden hut in the forest.

This was the temporary residence of a hunter, where they clearly intended to rest.

No sooner had they arrived than a person emerged from inside, one eye covered by a black cloth, looking utterly grim—it was no one else than Mo Yu.

She gritted her teeth and stared at Murong Jiu, sweeping her gaze toward the back.

"Where is that damned doctor?"

Immediately, someone said, "How dare you speak to His Royal Highness the Prince like that!"

Mo Yu clenched her fists, then bowed to Na Kesi in salutation.

Na Kesi said, "That doctor ran away without a trace. Do you really expect my men to help you search for that little doctor? You lost him, and had it not been for my arrival here, do you know the consequences? I haven’t even settled the score with you, a servant, yet you dare command me!"

Seeing Na Kesi’s gloomy face and harsh tone, Mo Yu didn’t dare speak another word.

After all, no matter how skilled she was in martial arts, she was just seen as a servant of the Fourth Prince in others’ eyes.

In fact, she was indeed just a servant of the Fourth Prince, willingly submissive.

Na Kesi clearly had no intention of helping her find that damned doctor, and with one eye blinded and the other also in pain, impairing her vision, she couldn’t go and kill the doctor herself.

At that moment, an old woman came out.

She bowed respectfully to Na Kesi, then approached Murong Jiu to tend to the wounds on her hands and feet, to take her pulse, and to examine her eyes.

Murong Jiu was wearing Calming Incense from the Western Regions. The medicinal effect was strong, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Na Kesi came inside and asked, "How is she?"

"Your Highness, unless there’s an anomaly, she’ll be blind when she wakes up. The spread of the blood vessels is due to her having taken two antidotes consecutively; that is why she can still see."

"I do not need her to be blind, only to lose her memory, Aunt Cui, you know what to do."

The old woman called Aunt Cui nodded: "The old servant understands, when she wakes up again, she will have forgotten her past."

After a brief rest, they continued down the mountain.

Soon, they arrived at the village they had been to before and, as daylight broke, Murong Jiu slowly came to.

She stared blankly at the yellowing canopy above her, tilted her head, and a puzzled expression appeared on her face: "Where is this?"

"You’re awake?"

A gentle voice arose from beside the bed.

Murong Jiu, frightened, sat up and scooted back: "Who, who are you?"

The man before her was tall with deep-set eyes, a prominent nose, and an exotic aura, his eyes conveying concern.

The man smiled and said, "Have you forgotten? You were kidnapped by mountain bandits. Our merchant convoy happened to come across you and rescued you. Do you still remember your relatives? I’ll send them a message so they can come to pick you up."

Murong Jiu shook her head; she couldn’t recall anything, and thinking about it made her head hurt.

She pressed her temples with both hands.

"Don’t think too much about it. You fell down the mountain earlier and hit your head, which might have injured your brain. I’ve seen many people who suffer from temporary memory loss due to head injuries, but they usually recover quickly."

Murong Jiu looked at him: "Really?"

Na Kesi met her doe-like pure eyes, his smile deepening, "Of course, I never lie."