"No way!"
By now, too many unusual things had alarmed Zhan Se.
Something must have happened to her...
Lu Youde, Lu Mang, Emperor Quan, the female doctor, Tang Yu... all these people, whether foes or allies, kin or stranger, had said things that, when strung together, made her horrifyingly aware of one thing—she had definitely forgotten something. Something they all knew, but that didn't exist in her memory.
How terrifying is it for a woman not to remember bearing a child?
And what did it mean every time Emperor Quan hesitated to speak, then changed the subject?
Zhan Se was not a fool.
Not only was she not a fool, but she was also very rational, calm, and logical.
Before, her mind had been in disarray from one thing after another. But this time, after having skirted death's door, her mind seemed much clearer. Pressing Emperor Quan word by word was not for anything else; she did it to read him and gauge his reactions.
Basically, she trusted her instincts.
