I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 184 - 125: Regaining Memories

"I... I am just a Death Warrior?"

Yuan gazed blankly at his own hands, doubt in his eyes, yet when he tried to recall past events in detail, his brain ached like it was being pricked by needles.

Qian Ruohua said intermittently: "Two years ago when I met you again, you had lost your memory. I, I was afraid you would leave, more afraid that once you regained your memory you would return to the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion. I just hoped... you could live for yourself."

Huge mouthfuls of blood gushed from Qian Ruohua’s lips. Zisu brought over a handkerchief for her, but the blood couldn’t be stopped.

She stared fixedly at Yuan, trying to find a trace of fluctuating emotion on his face.

After hearing Qian Ruohua’s words, Yuan raised his head, a hint of sorrow reflected in his amber eyes.

"So that’s how it is."

Before his eyes, along with Qian Ruohua’s words, appeared one fragmented and chaotic memory after another.

Yuan asked again: "But two years ago, why did I lose my memory?"

If he was a Death Warrior of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion, why did he end up on the streets to be found by Qian Ruohua, and how did he become a Ranger and adopt Little Wei Lan?

Qian Ruohua did not answer. She weakly gazed at Yuan, using her last bit of strength to say:

"Yuan, I, I have loved you since I first saw you... At that time, I, I was not yet Rong Jing’s woman... Yuan... knowing that you are sad for me, I am without regrets."

"Qian Ruohua, I will remember you," Yuan said slowly.

"Yuan, if there is a next life, you..."

Qian Ruohua’s lips curved into a youthful smile. She tried to grasp Yuan’s hand, but just as her fingertips were about to touch him, her hand fell powerlessly.

That Noble Consort who loved bright and dazzling things died in the coldest, darkest night of winter.

"My Lady, my Lady!"

Zisu held Qian Ruohua’s body, tears pouring down like rain.

Yuan stared at Qian Ruohua for a long time before standing up, then suddenly, a sweetness rose in his throat, and a thread of blood seeped from the corner of his lips.

He had just infused too much Inner Strength into Qian Ruohua, and now his vision was slightly blurred.

Suddenly, Zisu urgently shouted: "Young Master Wei, be careful—!"

Yuan instinctively leaned his body forward, narrowly avoiding a sharp spinning Flying Knife.

A lock of black hair was severed, and as Yuan focused his gaze, he saw a young eunuch dressed in blue standing at the bedroom door, turning another Flying Knife in his hand.

"The Empress Dowager said to send Noble Qian westward today, carefully watching for any remnants of the Qian Family who might come to rescue her. Hmph, and we really did find one," the eunuch said harshly, looking at Yuan.

Zisu wiped away her tears and said, "It’s Little Xu beside the Empress Dowager, he’s a master. Young Master Wei, you can’t defeat him, quickly leave!"

Zisu, as Qian Ruohua’s personal maid, understood Yuan’s martial arts from before.

Though his skills were extraordinary and his Inner Strength was profound, he could only utilize about two or three tenths of it. The Lady once said it was because Yuan forgot his martial arts techniques due to his amnesia.

Little Xu’s gaze turned cold at Zisu’s words, and with a swift breeze, another Flying Knife flew over. Zisu let out a shriek, her arm severed, exposing the stark white bone underneath.

Zisu was almost faint with pain, but she forced herself to stay conscious. She had to see Yuan leave safely; he was the only person the Lady cared about.

"Too talkative," Little Xu glanced inside the hall and sighed, "I didn’t expect Qian Ruohua to have already died. In that case, I’ll take your lives as my report."

"Woof, woof, woof!"

At that moment, an entirely snow-white little dog rushed out from somewhere, barking fiercely at Little Xu.

Zisu was shocked and cried out, "Snowball, come back."

This was the Lady’s pet dog, treasured above all else. Even though the Lady had fallen from power, as long as there was food on her table, she never neglected Snowball.

Seeing Zisu injured, Snowball bared its teeth and charged forward on its four short little legs towards Little Xu.

"Where did this beast come from? Go die!" Little Xu sneered, drawing a knife from his boot.

"No!" Zisu yelled in despair.

Little Xu had already raised his blade, viciously striking down towards Snowball.

Zisu, in despair, closed her eyes, when suddenly, a golden light flashed.

Yuan pulled out a short knife, stepping forward to intercept Little Xu’s charged attack.

With a "clang", sparks flew fiercely from the clash of the short knife and Little Xu’s Flying Knife.

The amber eyes in the dim hall emitted a dark golden glow, like a mighty leopard.

Yuan’s expression was gloomy and cold, disregarding the numbness in his hands, gripping the short knife in a standoff with Little Xu, while with his other hand, he picked up the trembling Snowball and handed it to Zisu.

"Oh, you’re quite skilled, no wonder you dared to break into the Imperial Palace at night, come again!"

Little Xu said casually, having assessed through the prior exchange that although this man had strong Inner Strength, his martial skills were mediocre.

He couldn’t use technique to divert force, relying on strength for strength. Even with abundant Inner Strength, how long could he last?

Yuan’s eyes grew colder, charging back without hesitation.

In his mind, fragments of broken memories and sounds flashed faintly.

He was carrying a tray of steamed buns, secretly feeding two to that dog, and the rest served as the signal to go to Zhongcui Palace.

The dog would tug at his pant leg, barking incessantly, wagging its tail.

The woman who had just died would teasingly say, Yuan, I saved your life once, can’t you smile at me?

Now she’s dead, and he hadn’t even smiled at her once.

Wei Chengyuan felt as if a large stone was blocking his heart. His actions became even more decisive and ruthless, as if he was fighting for his life.

Finally, with a slash, he forced Little Xu back, yet his own face suddenly turned a bit paler.

Little Xu panted heavily as well: "I don’t believe you can hold on much longer."

Zisu saw Wei Chengyuan’s complexion and knew that he had previously transferred his inner strength to the Empress Dowager, and now he was certainly exhausted.

"Young Master Wei, forget about us, quickly leave. You leaving is the only way the Empress Dowager can rest in peace."

Wei Chengyuan, gasping for breath, fixed his eyes on Zisu’s severed arm, his eyes filled with a red glow.

He took out the Heart Closing Pill from his bosom, and for a moment, Lanlan’s words echoed in his mind.

"If he loses his memory again, he might really become stupid."

Stupid then... hope Lanlan doesn’t find out I secretly took one.

In the next moment, Wei Chengyuan unhesitatingly tossed the Heart Closing Pill into his mouth and swallowed it!

In his memory, it seemed like he had taken this pill many, many times throughout his life, and no matter how much he forgot, he would never forget its effect.

If really,

he loses his memory again...

He would never forget Lanlan.

Wei Chengyuan took a moment to calm his qi and blood, tightened his grip on the knife handle, and fiercely struck towards Little Xu.

Little Xu’s pupils shrank. He didn’t expect this person, who was just about to collapse, to suddenly charge at him again with such astounding speed!

Before he could react, Wei Chengyuan’s body had already transformed into a shadow, somehow moving to his back.

In a panic, Little Xu raised his flying knife to block, but Wei Chengyuan’s movement technique was extremely bizarre; in his vision, there was only a streak of blood red.

With one slash,

it pierced Little Xu’s heart.

"Even when hitting a dog, you should look at the owner."

The man’s hoarse voice reached Little Xu’s ears.

Pulling out the dagger, Wei Chengyuan coldly watched as this eunuch breathed his last, then turned his head, taking a long look at Qian Ruohua’s cold corpse, as if he wanted to engrave it in his mind.

Then, he leaped, disappearing through the window of Zhongcui Palace.

Zisu could no longer hold on either and fainted to the ground.

Wei Chengyuan’s figure turned into a gust of wind, darting madly through the cold night. After an unknown amount of time, the palace buildings behind him lit up one by one, and the cries of the palace attendants echoed, apparently someone had discovered something wrong at Zhongcui Palace.

Wei Chengyuan could no longer support his body. He looked up and saw a familiar courtyard, and with a "thud," he fell.

...

"Yuan——"

"Yuan, run quickly."

"My eldest son is disappointing, and my second son has turned to literature. Yuan, it seems only you, this little child, can inherit my legacy."

"Yuan, I want that little flower, pick it for me, will you?"

"Sons of the Gu Family, never retreat in battle. Open the city gates with me and fight!"

"As your grandfather, I didn’t get to see little Lan at three years old... but Yuan, it’s great that you did."

Countless memories intertwined in Wei Chengyuan’s mind, weaving into a densely packed blood-red net.

Twelve years ago, in the great battle of Yunzhou, the Dingyuan Marquis and his daughter Gu Chengluan died on the battlefield.

Only he, the adopted son, survived because he had to rush back to the capital for Lanlan’s birthday.

When he returned to the Northern Territory...

He remembered everything and once again fell into darkness.

In the next moment, a shadow flickered in the courtyard of Xiefang Palace.

Hei stared perplexed at the unconscious man on the ground, took a careful look, and suddenly realized it was none other than the Hidden Guard of the Young Master Gu, his comrade.