It is said that Qin Shihuang was controlled by a daughter

As dawn broke, the stench of blood still lingered.

Xu Zhi opened her eyes and saw reeds swaying in the wind, with some white fluff falling on her. She moved slightly, and the top of her robe slipped down halfway. Just as she was about to pick it up, she saw a smear of blood on the back of her hand. She was startled and was about to ask... when she saw some black clothes hidden among the reeds.

She got up and stood up, only to discover this extremely terrifying scene!
The mangled corpse lay scattered across the ground...

She felt like vomiting.

"you're awake?"

She jolted awake and turned around warily.

Old Wu's face and sleeves were stained with blood. "Young lady, you are really amazing. If you hadn't gone to shake off those pursuers, we would never have escaped the Qin army's encirclement."

As he spoke, he casually wiped the blood off the sickle in his hand, seemingly oblivious to those around him.

Seeing her anxious expression, he said, "Oh, I forgot you just woke up. Don't worry. It's safe here. We're far away from the people who were trying to capture us."

As he spoke, he wiped his face again and handed a broken ceramic bowl to Xu Zhi.

"Mr. Song will be back soon. Let's rest here for a while before continuing."

Xu Zhi's mind was blank; clearly, she had forgotten everything that had happened in the latter half of the night.

Having escaped their pursuers, they're now facing another Qin army encirclement?! What's going on?!
She instinctively reached for the sachet at her waist, but couldn't find it after a while. Her heart sank, and panic welled up inside her...

Old Wu looked at her, then suddenly remembered something. He immediately pulled out a piece of cloth hidden in his sleeve. “Young lady, don’t panic. I found this on a Qin man. I heard from Mr. Song that you recognize seal script. Quickly check if what’s written on it is true. A meteorite fell here that day, and the emperor was furious. He ordered the city of Ling to be sealed off at night and to search for those involved, to be beheaded by noon today. Don’t worry, we’ll go to your house now to see the Yan family you mentioned.”

Xu Zhi had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

She took the cloth and looked at it. The handwriting seemed familiar, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure out that it was Li Si's handwriting.

Only after Wu Guang finished speaking did she realize that it was all over.

She had no memory of what Wu Guang said.

She thought of Li Xian. She had been having nightmares for a while. He comforted her, saying it was all in the past and she shouldn't force herself to remember. He said that things she couldn't recall might worsen her symptoms.

He advised her to eat well and to go and look at the magnolia tree when she had time.

However, Xu Zhi would occasionally be startled by the tone of her own words, and at one point she began to wonder if she had a split personality.

Li Xian couldn't quickly grasp the modern terminology. He looked at her and, with his dwindling empathy, tried to comfort her in the gentlest tone he had ever used in his life, speaking tender words.

When Xu Zhi looked at him seriously, he suddenly became timid when he was about to speak. So he picked up the principles from the medical book and repeated the same old things about blood stasis and heavy thinking.

At that time, sunlight gently filtered through the branches of the magnolia tree. In summer, there were many small butterflies, and white butterflies landed on the cups on the table. Everything was peaceful and serene, which made Li Xian's serious and solemn expression seem particularly out of place.

He dared not let her leave the courtyard, so he hung a sachet he had made himself on her. As for the embroidered fish, he had made these things years ago at Hangu Pass to pass messages to Xu Zhi. In addition, he had seen the one she had placed in someone else's hand in Zhongnan Mountain years ago, and assumed that Xu Zhi liked fish, so he held a grudge against it until now. In any case, Li Xian's needlework was much better than Xu Zhi's, which was the origin of the scarlet sachet on Xu Zhi's body.

The moment the sachet was tied around her waist, she reached out to pull it off, simply because she thought it was ugly.

But when she saw Li Xian making that heartbroken expression again...

Whenever he was lost in thought, he would habitually put his hands in his sleeves, lower his eyes, and not dare to look at her. After a long while, he would say, "I don't want Azhi to leave me, but I am also very worried. If you go too far, I'm afraid you will forget how to get home."

Xu Zhi naturally didn't know the meaning of the 'home' that Li Xian was talking about.

It wasn't Zhilan Palace, nor even the Qin Kingdom.

The grandfather that Xu Zhi spoke of, the modern era she described, is the home that Li Xian spoke of—Xu Zhi's home.

Even Xu Fu, none of them could have imagined that, to this day, Tang Zhipei is dead, Xu Zhi has lost her memory, and that distant future of two thousand years between them has lost its anchor, surviving only in Li Xian's memories.

She smiled; he was just worrying unnecessarily.

She turned around and took out an identical sachet from the room, waved it at him, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Why don't you wear one too?" He was stunned for a long time, unable to say anything, like a young man experiencing his first love, only knowing to stand there stiffly, unaware that fifty years had passed in the blink of an eye.

She commanded him to raise his hand in a tone that was neither too loud nor too soft, then gently tied the thing around his waist, and then began to chatter on and on.

“You’ve always had a terrible sense of aesthetics. Can’t you even realize how jarring this looks on me? ... A deep red fabric base with a black fish embroidered on it…”

She looked up, glanced at him from head to toe, paused for a moment, and had to admit that there was some truth to the Chu Ci.

She chuckled softly, "...I didn't expect this color to look so surprisingly harmonious on you. It makes it seem like I'm the one comforting you."

Li Xian had never seen her so charming and innocent before, and he couldn't hide his feelings at all. "Naturally harmonious," he said, leaning down slightly to smooth her hair, trying to seduce her into doing something else. But Xu Zhi had no time to appreciate it. Like a fish, she slipped away from his grasp and happily found a few of her masterpieces in the room. "My embroidery skills are certainly very good. You think Ayan would find these things quite interesting? I'll show them to him now."

...The next day, Yan Sheng felt that Li Xian glared at him sinisterly more than once.

Although he no longer controlled her movements, Li Xian was still afraid that she might be stimulated in some way.

At that time, she kept laughing at him for making a mountain out of a molehill.

Now Xu Zhi knows that it wasn't that Li Xian was paranoid, but that her condition had really worsened... In modern terms, it's called intermittent amnesia.

So what exactly triggered her last night?

"...Where is my sachet?"

When she asked that question, Old Wu suddenly paused. "Huh? I'm telling you, young lady, don't blame me for talking nonsense, but with the city under lockdown last night, your Mr. Li probably abandoned you and ran away first!"

Just then, she heard a rustling sound coming from the reeds, and her body instinctively made her jump...

Old Wu scooped up the gray rabbit that suddenly jumped out and caught it accurately.

"It's a rabbit!"

The gray rabbit stared at her with its round eyes. Old Wu, holding its long ears, said, "Sigh, we haven't eaten anything for half a day. How about we roast it and eat it?"

As if it understood human speech, the rabbit immediately started chirping and thrashing about, its paws pointing in her direction.

Is this rabbit asking her for help?
Why did she feel like this plump, gray rabbit knew her?

It's neither a cat nor a dog, so how could a rabbit recognize a person?

Besides, it looks like a wild rabbit.

"I don't want to kill it to eat." Xu Zhi said this without knowing why, and she herself found it strange.

Wu Guang thought she was acting out of compassion, while Xu Zhi felt that if she continued like this, she would definitely become a mental patient.

Immediately afterwards, the rabbit hopped to her feet and nuzzled against her affectionately.

This was a very friendly rabbit; it must have been kept as a pet for many years. A gray ball of fur appeared in her mind, along with a vast snowfield, and that was it.

The person following behind the rabbit was a little girl, who softly called out, "Fugui'er, Fugui'er... Where have you gone? Wait, wait for Aye."

Fugui is the name of a rabbit.

The girl and the boy made eye contact. The boy looked surprised and even tried to reach out and grab her clothes.

She was dressed very well; she was clearly not from an ordinary family. The reeds in the distance began to sway.

Old Wu pulled her behind a rock and hid her.

“Meng Ye, this is not a place where you can run around.” A man sternly reprimanded her.

“…Ugh,” the girl stammered after a long pause, “Uncle, I saw Auntie, Auntie…” (End of Chapter)