The woman's voice was crisp and pleasant, but Song Qingshu had no time to appreciate it. Instead, he pondered to himself, "Guan Nan? That name sounds so familiar, as if I've heard it somewhere before." Unfortunately, after thinking for quite some time, he still had no clue.
Xia Qingqing was also dumbfounded. She murmured the name Guan Nan to herself, wondering if she had truly mistaken him for someone else. Yet she quickly rejected that thought. She and Yuan Chengzhi had once been husband and wife—how could she possibly mistake her own husband?
Unfortunately, he showed no intention of lingering. Hearing the woman beside him, he nodded and followed her away. Yet he was clearly somewhat puzzled as well. As he stepped through the doorway, he subconsciously looked back at Xia Qingqing, feeling that this woman seemed vaguely familiar.
Song Qingshu frowned secretly and quietly followed them out. There were too many questions in his heart. Whether it was Yuan Chengzhi, whether the man in black was Murong Jingyue, or even the identity of the woman beneath the cloak—everything was a mystery.
"Does he really not recognize me anymore?" Noticing the confusion in his gaze, Xia Qingqing stood there in a daze.
Bing Xue'er walked over and supported her, asking gently, "Was that man really Yuan Chengzhi?"
"Yes." Xia Qingqing nodded. "But why doesn't he recognize me?"
"Perhaps he has his own reasons." Although Song Qingshu had been the first person Bing Xue'er thought of, she was kindhearted and, coupled with the fact that she and Xia Qingqing shared a similar plight, she said nothing else and merely comforted her softly.
Meanwhile, Song Qingshu followed that group all the way. When he saw them heading toward the imperial palace, he could not help but wonder, *"Who exactly are these people?