At the far eastern edge of You Lan Grand Canyon, beneath a gentle slope, a bonfire crackled as it burned. Two women sat casually on the grass beside it. One wore a green palace gown and a veil over her face; the other wore a purple palace gown and held a branch, roasting something over the fire.
They were Chen Chen and Zixia.
Smelling the fragrance gradually rising from the roast, Chen Chen smacked her lips, utterly lacking any ladylike bearing. "Say, Junior Sister Zixia, I never expected your grilling skills to be this good. Martial Aunt Jingxuan does not seem to know how, either. Where did you learn it? Could it be that the ruining of beautiful things on Yi Xiang Peak was your doing?"
A trace of sorrow appeared on Zixia's face. She shook her head. "Senior Sister Chen, I do not know that either. Perhaps I already knew how before I lost my memory."
"Heehee, then have you remembered anything else over the years? Did your family find you a little husband, or perhaps some old rich man, so you ran away on your own? Then you encountered some mishap and lost your memory? Or did you elope with your childhood sweetheart? Were you seized by bandits halfway there, who wanted you as the wife of their mountain stronghold, and did you refuse to submit even unto death and leap from a cliff, only to be saved by Martial Aunt Jingxuan?"
Sweat... big man sweat... A rosy flush rose on Zixia's face again. She carefully turned the branch in her hand and calmly replied, "Senior Sister is joking. I have constantly racked my brains over it. While my master was alive, she often treated my head as well, yet it still had no effect. I know nothing