I started as a concubine, and I made the crown prince cry with my delicious food.

A traveler returns home on a snowy night.

The embrace of a long-awaited reunion was filled with the ecstasy of something lost and found, and the lingering fear.

Ye An'an cried for a long time until she felt like she couldn't breathe, then slowly lifted her head from Xiao Jingshi's arms.

Her eyes were red as she looked up at him carefully.

He had lost weight and gotten darker, with stubble on his chin and a deep weariness in his eyes. There also seemed to be some unnaturalness on his left shoulder.

"Are you hurt?" She immediately noticed something was wrong and reached out to touch his shoulder.

Xiao Jingshi stiffened, instinctively wanting to dodge, but he held back.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious," he said casually.

Ye An'an didn't believe it. Without saying a word, she pulled him into the warm inner hall and personally took off his outer robe.

When she saw the dried, dark red bloodstains on his undergarment and the thick bandages wrapped around his shoulders, her heart ached as if it were being pricked by needles.

"This is considered a minor injury?" Tears welled up in her eyes again. "How did this happen?"

Seeing her distressed expression, Xiao Jingshi felt a warmth in his heart, but he didn't know how to explain.

Should I tell her that I stabbed myself to sever ties with the identity of "Canglang"?

He was silent.

Seeing that he didn't want to talk about it, Ye An'an didn't press him further. She knew that he must have experienced many hardships on the battlefield that she couldn't even imagine.

She simply fetched hot water, wrung out a hot towel, and carefully wiped his face and hands.

"Sit down for a bit, I'll go make you something to eat. You must be starving." She sniffed and turned to walk towards the small kitchen.

"Don't go." Xiao Jingshi grabbed her hand.

He was very strong, as if he was afraid she would suddenly disappear.

Ye An'an turned around and looked at him, puzzled. She felt that he was acting strangely tonight. Although he was still the same person, there was a hint of unfamiliarity and inquiry in his eyes that she couldn't understand.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

Xiao Jingshi didn't speak, but simply pulled her to sit down beside him. He looked at her intently, inch by inch, as if trying to etch her image into his soul.

This face...

That's the face.

In the fragments of his memory, she smiled sweetly and prepared a "royal red" face for him.

In his hallucination of falling off the cliff, a face with tear stains tells him to "take care of yourself."

In his dying coma, a beam of light appeared, waking him from the darkness.

As the real face before him gradually overlapped with the blurry halo deep in his memory, those broken and chaotic fragments of memory finally clicked together and became whole!

From their first meeting to his defying the world's criticism and insisting on marrying her as his crown princess.

From the moment she cooked for him, warming his stomach with all sorts of novel delicacies, to the moment she opened "Liren Pavilion," sparking a beauty revolution in the capital, and becoming his proudest Crown Princess.

From the sweetness of their wedding night to the surprise she gave him before he went to war, telling him she was pregnant.

Everything is back.

It turns out he hadn't lost anything.

He has forgotten about his most precious treasure.

A surge of immense joy, followed by a deeper sense of fear and guilt, instantly overwhelmed him.

He forgot her.

When he needed her most, he actually forgot about her.

"An an..." he spoke again, his voice already hoarse beyond recognition.

He reached out, his hand trembling, and touched her cheek.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking into her eyes, each word distinct. "I...forgot about you."

Ye An'an was stunned.

Looking into the turbulent, painful emotions in his eyes, she instantly understood what was happening.

In Zhao Yi's letter, he only said that His Highness had survived a great calamity, but did not mention the amnesia.

So that's how it is... So that's how it is.

No wonder his eyes looked so unfamiliar just now.

She wasn't angry or aggrieved, only filled with endless heartache.

She could imagine the loneliness and despair of a person who forgets who they are, forgets the way home, forgets all their loved ones, and struggles to survive alone amidst the encirclement of enemies.

She took his cold hand in her own, pressed it against her face, and shook her head.

"It's okay," she said softly, but the tears in her eyes flowed even more fiercely than when she said sorry.

"It's okay if you forgot, as long as you're back."

"As long as you still remember the way home, that's enough."

Her words were like the warmest spring water, instantly soothing all of Xiao Jingshi's unease and guilt.

He could no longer control himself, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her lips fiercely.

This kiss was devoid of any lust; it was filled with the madness of something lost and regained, and a domineering declaration.

He wanted to use this most direct method to confirm her existence and to punish himself for forgetting.

Just as the two were kissing passionately, and the air seemed to grow hot, they kissed deeply.

"Wow--!"

Suddenly, a loud baby's cry came from inside the room.

Immediately afterwards, as if it were contagious, another cry rang out.

One after another, like a duet.

Xiao Jingshi's movements suddenly froze.

He loosened Ye An'an somewhat bewildered and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Ye An'an's face flushed red instantly. She pushed him away, feeling both embarrassed and amused.

"They are...our children." She straightened her disheveled clothes and hair, and said softly, "They...are saying hello to you."

child……

Xiao Jingshi then remembered that she had just become pregnant when he left.

Has she already given birth?

He felt completely lost, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet, and his whole demeanor exuded a foolishness.

"I...I'll go take a look." He stood up and walked towards the inner room, his hands and feet moving in unison.

Ye An'an followed behind him, and couldn't help but laugh at his nervous yet expectant and silly appearance.

This is her true beauty.

The man who was decisive and ruthless in front of outsiders, but always somewhat clumsy in front of her.

That's great, everything about him is back.