Uncle, this palace is not going to sleep tonight

Chapter 407

Her throat was so dry that she couldn't speak a word. She was weak enough to support her shallow consciousness so that she would not fall into a coma again.

"Is there... is there anyone..." She panted, moving her stiff body.

Probably her voice was heard, and after a while, there were footsteps approaching her bed.

She turned her neck, frowned to support herself, and saw clearly the people beside the bed.

The closest to her was a pretty maid, and an old man was sitting beside the bed curtain to check her pulse, while the middle-aged man sitting at the round table some distance away from her was staring at her with a scrutinizing expression.

She tried her best to look at the faces of these three people, but found that she couldn't find a trace of familiarity in her mind.

She doesn't know them, no... In her mind, she can't find any familiar faces at all...

Closing her eyes, she frowned, and thought over her memory again and again...the result was still blank.

The old man who was taking the pulse withdrew his hand, looked at her pale face, stroked his beard and sighed, "You are so lucky to be able to wake up after suffering such a serious internal injury. How do you feel now?"

Her pale mouth opened several times, and finally a hoarse voice escaped, "I... who am I?"

The old man was startled, and then he replied strangely: "Why, you don't remember who you are?"

"I...I..." She wandered her eyes in a little panic, sinking all her consciousness into memories, driving herself desperately to find the answer.

The temple, which was already uncomfortable, suddenly ached, "It hurts...the head hurts..."

The old man put his hands on the back of her neck, examined her carefully, and said in a deep voice, "You should have fallen from a high place and fell into the river and injured the inner palace. As for why you can't remember who you are, it's hard to explain. "

She didn't understand what the old man said, why she said that she fell from a high place, and that she fell into a river... But now, she knows another thing, that is, she lost all her original memories, and became a I know who I am now.

At this time, the middle-aged man sitting on the chair waved to the old man and whispered something in his ear.

The old man looked surprised at first, then nodded knowingly.

Turning around, the old man walked up to her, helped her right arm, and pushed the gauze on her arm up until it reached her armpit, revealing a blood-red cinnabar mole on her right arm.

The middle-aged man seemed very satisfied when he saw the cinnabar mole. He walked to her bed curtain, waved away the old man and the maid, looked at her carefully for a while, and suddenly asked, "You don't remember who you are?"

She shook her head blankly, really couldn't figure out who she was.

The middle-aged man smiled softly, "You are my daughter, Yan Zuimo."

(End of this chapter)