"You mean there was a conspiracy behind this?" Song Qingshu was startled.
"I'm not sure either." Zhao Min shook her head. "I just feel that things aren't so simple. Unfortunately, there's too little information for me to make a judgment."
Song Qingshu laughed. "Conspiracy or open scheme, we'll deal with it when the time comes. Zhou Botong can come and go freely from Kublai Khan's residence—are you saying I can't?"
"Zhou Botong?" Zhao Min frowned.
Song Qingshu roughly recounted what had just happened. A trace of worry flashed across Zhao Min's face. "Hong Qigong is forthright by nature, while Zhou Botong behaves like a child. If they make such a spectacle in Karakorum City, I fear they'll instead put Guo Jing in danger."
"Should I secretly tell them where Guo Jing is?" Song Qingshu suggested.
Zhao Min shook her head. "No. Guo Jing has lost his memories now. Letting them recognize each other rashly may have the opposite effect. Besides, all eyes in Karakorum City are currently on those two. If they go looking for Guo Jing, they'll only expose his location."
"Then what should we do? Just leave things like this?" Song Qingshu had a headache.
"That aunt of mine must have her own plan. If I'm right, she should restore Guo Jing's memories before the wedding," Zhao Min said. "My aunt is a pitiful woman too. Let her have these last happy days."
Song Qingshu recalled that every time he had seen Hua Zheng before, her face had been filled with sorrow. Only this time had he seen such a rosy glow on her cheeks. "I don't want to be the one who breaks up lovers either. I happen to be accompanying Öchen in search of treasure this time. Their wedding will have to wait until Öchen returns