Rejected Beauty Practices the Villain Play-Chapter 965 - 940: Lost My Mind

At the moment Fang Chuning made the suggestion, Xie Jue was very moved. If it weren’t for Fang Chuning’s insistence on recovering his memory, he wouldn’t want to take Fang Chuning to Beiman. As Fang Chuning mentioned, his body is very weak now, residual poison remains. What if a trip to Beiman worsens his condition? If he has let go, then not going to Beiman is fine.

Traveling the world was originally a promise between him and Fang Chuning.

"Don’t you want to find your family?"

"I don’t want to!" Fang Chuning’s smile slightly waned as he spoke softly, "Strangely enough, I feel a deeper familiarity with you than with my father. Isn’t that strange? Now, my mother is living in Jiangnan without worries and away from the troubles of the capital, and I am no longer worried about her."

"It’s not actually that strange. You’ve spent little time with the marshal since childhood, so it’s natural to feel unfamiliar with him."

"Xie Tingfeng, you’re really not good at comforting people. Even with little time spent together, blood ties cannot be severed. Besides, I feel he only needs a son who is obedient and filial. Our rumors are too harsh; he probably can’t stand me, so there’s no need to bother. There are so many things to do in life, why make myself unhappy?" Fang Chuning has come to terms with it now. He recalled the days of mutual harm with the marshal, better not to mention them, to spare Ting Feng from sadness.

"Alright. By the way, there’s something I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time. Why are there so many scars on your back?" Xie Jue knows Fang Chuning’s body very well, aware of his battlefield injuries and scars over the years. Since their reunion, he’s been wanting to ask about the fresh scars on Fang Chuning’s back, which have only recently healed.

"Who knows, I don’t remember." Fang Chuning smiled it off, "Scars are just scars, one more or less makes no difference. Is the rice wine good?"

He changed the subject, otherwise, Xie Jue would keep asking.

"There wasn’t enough osmanthus syrup."

"You like sweets that much? I added three spoonfuls. Don’t eat too many sweets, didn’t you have aphids as a kid?" Fang Chuning casually said, "Open your mouth, let me see."

Xie Jue looked at him peculiarly, thinking how Fang Chuning returned from the Ghost Gate and became so familiar again. After losing memory, he’d been keeping a deliberate distance, avoiding actions that might lead to mutual misunderstanding, yet today he seemed different.

"I’m a bit sleepy!" Fang Chuning yawned, "Aren’t you going to sleep?"

After a bowl of rice wine, his stomach warmed up. Xie Jue nodded, "Alright, let’s rest!"

They blew out the lamp and walked out of the study together. Fang Chuning maintained past habits, knowing Xie Jue had weak vision, he walked ahead to give Xie Jue a reference point. They lived under the same roof at the official residence, albeit in separate rooms. Fang Chuning accompanied Xie Jue back to his room, reminding him several times, "No turning the lights back on."

"Alright!"

He walked a few steps, then turned back. Xie Jue kept watching his back. Fang Chuning noticed Xie Jue’s gaze, turned back with a smile, and said smilingly, "Xie Tingfeng, rumors outside say Prince Yan has been overwhelmed by desire, mingling indecently with a man. It’s either he’s crazily in love or truly lost his head. Along the way, you don’t seem to have lost your head, but..."

He paused, suppressing his laughter, and said with feigned calmness, "I don’t really feel that you’re crazily in love with me either. Is it because the amnesiac me holds no attraction for you? Do you only love the Fang Chuning who shares your memories?"