TSWRLM -Chapter 256 Real Amnesia or Pretend Amnesia?

Madam Yun immediately rushed to the Xiao residence and brought Wei Lingze back home.

But Wei Lingze seemed to have truly forgotten that he had been paralyzed for three years. He didn’t remember all the wrongs he had done to Xiao Qinghe during that time. All he cared about now was showing Xiao Qinghe how much he liked her. Every day, he would bring her strange little trinkets. Even if he couldn’t see her, he would sit in the Xiao residence for the whole day.

“Grandmother, why did you let Wei Lingze come in and have the servants bring those things to my sister? What if she softens her heart?”

Early in the morning, upon hearing that Wei Lingze had come to the house again, Xiao Qingyue couldn’t help but rush to the Songhe Courtyard to see Old Madam Xiao.

It had snowed last night, and today the world was covered in a white blanket. Xiao Qingyue had no umbrella, and snow had fallen on her head and shoulders.

Old Madam Xiao, twisting her Buddhist prayer beads in her hand, said calmly, “Warm yourself by the fire first. Don’t let the cold get into your body.”

“Grandmother…”

Xiao Qingyue wanted to say more, but the door curtain was lifted, and Xiao Qinghe entered. Xiao Qingyue quickly fell silent.

The weather was cold. Xiao Qinghe wore a snow-white rabbit fur cloak and held a small hand warmer. Seeing Xiao Qingyue in the room, she smiled teasingly: “At this time of year, shouldn’t my little sister be sleeping in until late morning? How come you’re here even earlier than me today?”

She took off her cloak, handing it to the maid, and after warming herself by the fire, she walked over and sat beside Old Madam Xiao.

Xiao Qingyue didn’t dare mention Wei Lingze in front of her sister and could only mumble vaguely, “Sister, I’m not that lazy. I can still get up to pay respects to Grandmother.”

Once Xiao Qinghe sat down, a servant immediately brought ink, brush, paper, and inkstone. Seeing that she intended to copy sutras, Xiao Qingyue hurried over to help grind the ink.

Xiao Qinghe spread out the paper, found where she had left off yesterday, and continued copying.

At first, Xiao Qingyue felt somewhat frustrated, but seeing her sister calm and composed, she gradually settled down.

Although Xiao Qinghe appeared gentle, she was actually very determined. Once she made a decision, she would not change it.

When Wei Lingze returned gravely injured, their mother had wanted to cancel the marriage. Yet Xiao Qinghe defied her mother, kneeling in the ancestral hall, refusing to eat, drink, or speak.

Their mother scolded Xiao Qinghe and even slapped her. Xiao Qinghe was frightened but did not cry.

Inside and outside the family, no one believed in the marriage anymore.

Some said Xiao Qinghe was foolish, wasting time for a man who could never stand again. Others called her hypocritical, dragging out the marriage to force the Wei family to cancel it.

The year Wei Lingze, in a wheelchair, took Chun Xi to various banquets, rumors only grew. Xiao Qingyue had cried in frustration several times, but Xiao Qinghe remained calm and resolute.

Xiao Qingyue thought that if her sister had not been swayed by the rumors back then, she would not be shaken now by Wei Lingze’s recent actions.

Xiao Qinghe copied sutras for a full hour before finishing.

After putting down her brush, she massaged her sore wrists.

A servant then reported, “Young Master is still sitting in the front hall. Does the Miss want to see him today?”

“No, let him sit there.”

Xiao Qinghe answered without hesitation.

Xiao Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief but inexplicably felt a heavy weight in her chest.

Her sister genuinely cared for Wei Lingze. Though she hadn’t stayed by his side during those three years, she had copied countless sutras for him and prayed to all the gods. Why couldn’t Wei Lingze cherish her properly? Why did he have to create such chaos before begging her to come back?

Xiao Qinghe, unlike Xiao Qingyue, wasn’t troubled by these thoughts. After finishing the sutras, she rested briefly and then began preparing incense. Xiao Qingyue, who had little patience for such tasks, was about to leave when a servant reported, “Madam Xiao, Madam Shen has arrived.”

Little Aunt is here?

Xiao Qingyue’s eyes lit up, and she no longer wanted to leave.

Soon, footsteps approached the door, the curtain lifted, and Chun Xi’s bright, smiling face appeared. “Oh, He’er and Yue’er are both here? I’ve missed you so much!”

Chun Xi’s tone was cheerful. Though she carried the chill of the outdoors, her presence was warm and lively, instantly enlivening the room.

Xiao Qingyue’s lips curled slightly. She muttered, “If Little Aunt really missed us, she should have come earlier. Why wait to say such things every time she visits?”

Chun Xi’s eyes curved with a smile. “So Yue’er missed me too? Then in the future, you can write me letters inviting me over. Once I get the letter, I’ll come immediately. How’s that?”

Xiao Qingyue didn’t want to admit she had missed Chun Xi but feared that denying it might mean Chun Xi wouldn’t come next time. She just puffed out her cheeks and stayed silent.

Chun Xi didn’t dwell on the topic. She walked to Old Madam Xiao and said, “On the way here, I saw fresh mutton for sale. I picked the best cuts. Let’s have hot pot with Aunt at noon. My dipping sauce is delicious.”

Whenever Chun Xi visited before, she always brought homemade treats. She knew Old Madam Xiao’s tastes well—she loved lamb.

Songhe Courtyard had a small kitchen. With Old Madam Xiao’s permission, Chun Xi immediately got things ready.

Eating lamb hot pot in winter was ordinary, but with Chun Xi arranging it, Xiao Qingyue instinctively felt it would taste exceptionally good. She couldn’t help asking about Chun Xi’s special dipping sauce.

Chun Xi didn’t hide anything, explaining it in detail. The atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

Suddenly, a servant rushed in: “Madam, Young Master suddenly fainted.”

Old Madam Xiao asked calmly, “What happened?”

“The injuries on Young Master’s body were never fully healed. Though the front hall is warm with charcoal, it’s still much colder than inside. He’s been sitting on the cold bench for several days. Now he has a high fever. The steward has sent someone to Hui Chun Hall for a doctor and has also notified the Wei family.”

The servant sounded anxious, but Xiao Qinghe didn’t react. Old Madam Xiao dismissed the servant.

Xiao Qingyue frowned and complained, “The Wei family knew he was injured and still let him come every day. Are they just waiting for him to fall ill so they can blame us?”

Chun Xi finally realized that the “Young Master” being referred to was Wei Lingze. She raised an eyebrow, curious: “Wei Lingze still has the nerve to bother He’er?”

“Any normal person wouldn’t dare,” Xiao Qingyue said. “But he’s amnesiac now. Every day he comes as if nothing happened. Even if he can’t see Sister, he can sit here all day.”

Xiao Qingyue pouted. Wei Lingze now seemed like a shameless rogue.

Amnesia?

Chun Xi arched an eyebrow. That’s actually a convenient excuse.

Chun Xi thought for a moment and then asked Xiao Qinghe, “He’er, do you think it’s real amnesia or fake?”

Xiao Qingyue’s eyes widened.

Fake amnesia? That would be shameless beyond words!

Xiao Qinghe’s gaze flickered, and she said truthfully, “I can’t be certain if it’s real, but the timing of his amnesia is very convenient.”