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"Master Piao. Greetings, humble monk."

The gatekeeper monk happened to know the Holy Emperor, joining his palms in a bow, and without a word, he invited the three of them into the temple.

Walking along a winding path deep into the side hall, Zhu Bafu felt increasingly uneasy in this place surrounded by temple bells and incense smoke, unable to help drawing a little closer to Li Chenjing. "The Holy Emperor shouldn't be so black-hearted as to... bump us off just because he doesn't want to return to the palace, right? Young Master?"

"...Here. I think I've been here before."

With a clang of the temple bell, Zhu Bafu froze for a moment, then raised her eyes to look at Li Chenjing.

His focused gaze pulled away from her, as though instinctively searching for his lost memories, looking around the familiar surroundings.

"Walking past this corridor, then turning right..." The monk guided the Holy Emperor in the lead, and sure enough, he had already turned to the right.

"...Passing through here, there's a broken water vat over there..." Walking through the corridor, there was indeed a cracked water vat standing right there.

"Over there, there's a stone table with a chess board on it... Only six white stones, all the others are black..." On the worn stone chess board, the lines were no longer clear, but six snow-white, jade-like white stones stood abruptly upon the board, surrounded by black stones...

He... Young Master really had been here.

Even upon seeing Liu Rongrong he felt nothing, yet why did the furnishings and paths of a small temple make him remember so much...

Will he remember?

Is he going to remember?

As expected, he was bound to turn back into that cold, aloof Chief Counselor of the Eastern Palace who never smiled.