Ignoring the fact that Mr. Gu was standing beside her, Shen Tang hurriedly pressed the dancer, "A coffin? What coffin? When did this happen?"
The dancer clutched her head in terror, trembling like a sieve.
Mr. Gu gazed at Shen Tang, his eyes deep and unfathomable. "Something that happened to you, and you don't know about it?"
Shen Tang snapped back, "My home got broken into."
"Your home got broken into? What do you mean?" Mr. Gu didn't flare up at her sharp retort. Instead, he humbly asked her to explain. To anyone familiar with Mr. Gu, that reaction was utterly unbelievable.
"I've lost my memory!"
Shen Tang's blunt confession took him completely by surprise.
Seeing his eyes widen slightly with astonishment, she gave a self-mocking smile. "Surprised and shocked, aren't you? I forgot everything from before I was exiled! Even the identity of 'wife's brother' that Gong Yun Chi mentioned was something he assigned me himself. I just went along with it and claimed it."
Mr. Gu was momentarily stunned, as if he hadn't expected things to be like this.
After a long pause, he asked, "But—why?"
"Why? You mean, why did I claim an identity that wasn't mine? No reason! I simply didn't want to cause myself trouble. But you all had to go and be clever! Besides, how was I supposed to know whether the identity was real or fake? Maybe I really am his wife's brother."
Mr. Gu pressed his lips together and fell into thought.
At first, he'd thought he had unraveled the mystery and seen the truth. But with the dancer's revelation, matters had only grown more complicated.
Madam Shen had gone missing. From Gong Cheng's reaction, neither he nor the Gong Clan had known anything about it—or even realized that the bride had