Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved
Chapter 331: She is Princess Consort Ling, His Wife

Chapter 331: Chapter 331: She is Princess Consort Ling, His Wife

The sounds from outside the courtyard instantly put the three of them on alert.

But then again, Kai Xuan was out there, a huge Silver Wolf so clever it almost seemed human. Even if someone were attacking it, he would surely make some noise.

But there were no sounds, which meant that the person arriving must be someone familiar to Kai Xuan.

Murong Jiu’s heart began to beat rapidly.

She had an inexplicable premonition that the person outside was the one she wanted to see.

How strange. She had clearly lost over a year of memories, and she had only met him a few times. Before she entered Prince Ling’s Mansion, all she could think about was the Second Prince. Why was it that the first person she thought of wasn’t the Second Prince, but him?

Lady Yao didn’t want to go out. On the contrary, after guessing who it was, she entered her room and didn’t come out again.

Unable to move due to his broken leg, Senior Brother Cheng stayed put, while Murong Jiu’s feet, which had felt rooted to the ground, seemed to finally catch up with her instincts as she pushed open the doors to the main hall.

Under the soft moonlight, a handsome man stood outside, his silver mask nowhere to be seen. He was covered in blood, as if he was exuding a deadly aura, still gasping for air. It was clear how difficult it must have been for him to find this place. In the courtyard, the Silver Wolf’s white fur shimmered with a silvery luster under the moonlight, standing between them like a milky way separating the two.

"Ah Jiu."

His deep voice sounded like a sigh, his tense back finally relaxing, his hand resting on the gate as fresh blood dripped down.

Murong Jiu’s heartstrings felt as if they were being plucked forcefully, vibrating without end.

She followed her instincts and walked towards him, her steps growing quicker.

Then she stopped right in front of him.

"You, you’re injured."

"Just a superficial wound, Ah Jiu, don’t worry."

Murong Jiu opened the gate, letting him in, and only upon seeing his whole body did she realize his clothes were soaked with red. Although it looked as if he had washed himself in water, the bloodstains and places where he was still bleeding were visible.

Blood was still oozing out; it was certainly more than just a superficial wound.

Murong Jiu felt anxious and, in her urgency, grabbed his hand to take him inside for treatment.

But upon touching his hand, she felt a shock as if struck by electricity, an indescribable sense of familiarity overwhelming her. Even before she could consciously let go, Jun Yuyan grabbed her hand tightly.

Her heart raced like a scared deer, almost stumbling as she ascended the steps, fortunate that Jun Yuyan was there to steady her.

"Is this Prince Ling?"

Senior Brother Cheng got up on one leg, and Murong Jiu quickly told him to sit down, to not fall.

She wasn’t sure if Prince Ling knew Senior Brother Cheng or not, but she nodded and introduced him, "This is my senior brother, Cheng Pu."

Jun Yuyan’s mouth curved slightly upon hearing Ah Jiu’s introduction, clearly seeing the closeness of their relationship at a glance.

"Senior Brother Cheng, nice to meet you, I am Jun Yuyan."

"Prince, Prince, I’ll help bandage you up, my junior sister injured her arm and shouldn’t use it."

Jun Yuyan had already noticed the bandages on her arm and asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"

Murong Jiu shook her head, "It doesn’t hurt much anymore."

Jun Yuyan explained to her, "The archer didn’t shoot you on purpose. They had to kill the woman in black who was holding you hostage as quickly as possible to rescue you."

"I understand."

Murong Jiu, of course, knew that in such a situation, decisive and rapid action was necessary—it wasn’t possible to be gentle and look for angles. The fact proved that this approach was right. When Mo Yu couldn’t defend in time, she used herself as a shield, which gave Murong Jiu the chance to stab Mo Yu with a dagger and end her life.

Otherwise, she would have had no chance at all, Mo Yu’s martial arts were too strong.

Senior Brother Cheng treated Jun Yuyan’s injuries.

The herbs used were those that Lady Yao usually gathered on the mountain, and where stitches were necessary. Thankfully, Senior Brother Cheng always carried needles and thread, otherwise, they might have had to resort to an embroidery needle because if they didn’t stitch up the wounds, which were too deep, they wouldn’t heal and could bleed or become inflamed at any time.

Murong Jiu turned away to help him hang his clothes by the fire. There was no choice—Lady Yao did not have any men’s clothes for him to change into.

And she didn’t want to see those densely packed, varied wounds.

They made her heartache.

But it seemed he felt no pain at all, not letting out a sound of agony from beginning to end, even during the sewing.

Murong Jiu could feel Jun Yuyan’s gaze fixed on her the whole time.

In fact, she had many questions she wanted to ask but didn’t know how to voice them; she simply didn’t know where to start.

Senior Brother Cheng was quick to treat the injuries, and as soon as he was done, he hurried into another room, closed the door, and left the space to the two of them.

"Ah Jiu."

Murong Jiu turned toward him when she heard his voice. His body was already wrapped in bandages, some of which were still seeping blood, and his face showed several shallow bloodstains.

But after cleaning the blood from his face, she realized that he had only a very faint scar, which was nearly invisible if not examined closely, not at all like the hideous and terrifying Crippled King described in rumors, the one who could make children stop crying.

He was calm and handsome, his gaze intense, and suddenly the phrase "a match made in heaven" from Lady Yao’s story popped into Murong Jiu’s head.

Although it felt somewhat inappropriate to think so, he did possess an indestructible divine aura, and she... she felt as though she had nothing special to offer. Yet she could clearly see deep love in his eyes.

Meeting his gaze, Murong Jiu found it difficult to control her own heartbeat.

She murmured softly, "Prince, I’ve lost my memory. My last memory is sitting in the bridal chamber after marrying into Prince Mansion. I don’t remember anything that happened after that."

Jun Yuyan looked at her, "Ah Jiu, I know you’ve lost your memory. I thought you would forget everything, but at least you remember you are Princess Consort Ling, my wife, and that is all I could ask for."

Despite the pain in his heart, the moment she mentioned her last memory, he wondered if the man in her heart was the Second Prince. Even if it were ten or fifteen days later, that would have been better.

But he also felt grateful that at least Ah Jiu recognized him, that she knew her identity as Princess Consort Ling, and that he had a place in her memories.

He shouldn’t be too greedy.

The biggest problem with the Thin Line Heaven was memory loss, blindness, unstoppable bleeding, and splitting headaches. But now, Ah Jiu had only lost her memory, and her body didn’t suffer from any of those major issues he had worried about; he felt blessed by the heavens.

When he found Ah Jiu and learned from The Fourth Prince that she had lost her memory, and then heard from her own lips that she wanted him to stop bothering her, his heart plummeted, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss.

He had braced himself for the worst.

But Ah Jiu surprised him. She came toward him with trusting eyes, she killed The Fourth Prince’s men, and with Kai Xuan’s help, they successfully escaped. This also meant that Ah Jiu had not believed the words of The Fourth Prince and Na Kesi.

Was it just over a year’s worth of lost memories?

He would help her reclaim them.

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