Su Qiao was a little dumbfounded. "What do you mean, he has something wrong with his brain?"
Could he be a lunatic?
For now, you can think of it as Dissociative Identity Disorder. It seems his memories are jumbled, and from time to time, he mistakes himself for some person or character, then grabs people and rambles on about all sorts of nonsense. It's a little complicated. Just go cover his mouth and don't let him speak.
Su Qiao felt completely lost.
He had Dissociative Identity Disorder, muddled memories, and even played all sorts of roles...
What did any of this have to do with anything?
"Ah, ah... ah, ah..."
The mute guard anxiously tugged at his master, wanting to pull him away. However, his master refused to cooperate, leaving him able to do nothing but fret.
"I, the King..."
Zhao Jingting held one hand behind his back and slightly raised his chin. His Daoist robes somehow gave him the air of a graceful, dashing, and spirited young man.
The moment he opened his mouth, a warm hand clamped firmly over it.
Su Qiao paid no attention to whether he was comfortable and awkwardly smiled at the people around them. "He means that his surname is Wang."
Seeing the suspicious looks around her, she had a sudden inspiration. "Oh, when he used to be in our town, his favorite thing to do was go to the teahouse and listen to the storyteller. Sometimes, he liked telling stories himself, too."
Yes, that was right. That was exactly it.
If she wanted people to believe her, she first had to convince herself that it was the truth.
Su Qiao calmly faced everyone.
Realization dawned on the others.
"So that's what it was. I thought there was something wrong with his brain."
Thinking