The First Demon Empress

My hand unconsciously gripped the blanket tightly, eyes firmly closed, desperately telling myself to sleep—


The night was unusually deep, with a hint of oppressive gloom in the air.

“Remember what you should and shouldn’t say?” A cold voice transmitted through the air, Yin Can’s stern face devoid of previous tenderness, replaced by an irresistible authority.

“Yes!” Xiao Wu’s respectful voice was submissive, seemingly familiar yet strange.

“Continue serving her without any mistakes. After she wakes up, her temperament will change.”

I don’t want her to remember anything from before, understand?”

“Yes!” The unchanging respectful response.

“Go check if Hui’er is awake!”

Xiao Wu could only stare blankly at his retreating back, always like this—he never looked at her directly.

Xiao Wu’s eyes followed his figure, her face showing only deep sorrow.

Turning, tears crossed her delicate face, scattering nearby fallen leaves.

Chapter Fifteen Training (1)

I gazed at the starry night, moonlight like water, endlessly cool.

Wind gently swayed the branches in the courtyard. Distant clouds had retreated, leaving a vast, deep sky. The pale moon slowly traversed through cloud shadows, softly illuminating. Beneath the silvery light, a black-robed man leisurely sat on a tree branch, playing a flute, his white robe casually draped, swaying in the wind—like a night king, radiating dignity.

This person was my brother, but since awakening, I felt nothing for him. Despite his meticulous care, I avoided him like a venomous snake.

“Hui’er, why aren’t you saying anything?” His voice had lost its previous severity, smiling at me.

“Brother’s flute sounds nice, but why does Hui’er have no memory!” I never believed him. His protection and care were directed only at me, yet I could not see any truth in his eyes.

A ridiculous performance. In a world of memory loss, there are no such coincidences—unless someone deliberately arranged it.

I lightly brushed the hair from my forehead, my disheveled hair making me feel irritable. Yet my face still wore a faint, entirely false smile.

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