After conquering seven male favorites, the vicious heroine wants to run away

Chapter 183 I Have Not Lost My Mind

"You go."

Having finally returned, she didn't want to leave again.

An incredulous sadness appeared in Yu Changfeng's eyes as he steadied his swaying body.

"Nuan Nuan, are you going to abandon them?"

Does that include abandoning me?
Only now does he realize that none of them have truly entered her heart.

Yu Changfeng also got carried away and strode up behind her, hugging her tightly.

Even if you try to kick me out, I won't leave.

If he could die with her, his efforts would not have been in vain.

Shi Nuanyu coldly cursed, "Madman..."

"Where did this brat come from, daring to bully my little treasure?"

The bedroom door was opened, and a seductive and beautiful woman dressed in red and wearing high heels pulled Yu Changfeng away.

"You little brat, you bullied my little treasure, I won't let you get away with this."

Shi Nuanyu stared blankly at her suddenly appearing aunt, and a surge of longing welled up within her at that moment.

"Auntie."

She couldn't help but want to throw herself into her arms.

Yu Changfeng couldn't see the person's face clearly, but instinctively grabbed her hand.

"Warm Nuan, be careful, something's wrong with her."

The woman crossed her arms and arrogantly scolded, "You bastard, let go of Xiaobao's hand, and I'll let you off the hook for Xiaobao's sake."

Shi Nuanyu stopped in her tracks and turned to look at the man.

"What's your name?"

I saw him as soon as I opened my eyes, but I didn't even know his name.

Yu Changfeng held her hand firmly and introduced himself earnestly.

“Yu Changfeng, my name is Yu Changfeng.”

“Changfeng,” Shi Nuanyu smiled gently, “a fleeting joy is like a passing cloud, a deep love is like a long wind. I like your name.”

She patted his hand, signaling him to let go.

Yu Changfeng's eyes flashed. "Changfeng" could also mean "passed away," and the old scoundrel Bei Lin wanted him to disappear forever.

A fleeting joy is like a passing cloud, a deep love is like a long, lingering wind.

Every word resonated with him; he never knew that his own name could bring him joy.

The man released his grip, and Shi Nuanyu stared at the woman who had appeared out of nowhere.

“Here I just have missing memories, but I’m not demented.”

She approached step by step and grabbed her by the neck when she was a foot away.

“You filthy thing, you don’t deserve to use my aunt’s body.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a short dagger appeared in her hand, and without hesitation, she plunged it into the woman's heart.

“Impossible! How could you have seen through me?” the woman wailed in anguish. “The shadow you cling to deep in your memory is her. I cannot fail.”

The woman roared in defiance, then vanished in a puff of smoke.

Just as she had expected, she controlled her dream.

In an instant, the house began to sway precariously, the fabricated illusion was exposed, and everything would cease to exist.

As the house shook violently, a wave of dizziness washed over her, and Shi Nuanyu fell into a broad, warm embrace.

The nightmare collapsed and all her memories returned. She reluctantly traced his features, knowing full well that he would die, yet still came to save her.

She jokingly said, "Yu Changfeng, let's go to the Yellow Springs together."

Familiar eyes fell on him, and Yu Changfeng leaned down and kissed him with satisfaction.

“Your Highness, Changfeng will die with you.”

Deep in northern Xinjiang, towering ancient trees rise from the ground, their overlapping canopies like clouds, their dense canopy blocking the warm sunlight that pierces through the clouds.

In the quiet woods, rows of thatched huts are scattered in an orderly fashion, and people dressed in strange clothes with silver ornaments on their heads are working hard.

A pretty woman greeted everyone with a smile, her waist adorned with countless bottles and jars.

"Aman, are you going to see the wild man you picked up?"

The old man, his body hunched over, sat in the courtyard, slowly sorting through the poisonous insects in his bamboo basket.

Ah Man replied with a grin, "Uncle, he's not a wild man, he's the most beautiful herb."

Pushing open the door, he found the herb she had been drinking had already woken up, sitting upright at the table, gazing at the doorway. He had just stepped into the secluded forest of the Northern Frontier when he fainted from the miasma, experiencing bizarre and fantastical dreams before waking up in an unknown house.

"Beautiful vanilla, you're awake."

Aman skipped over to him and reached out to touch his forehead, but he dodged her touch.

A dark light flashed in Qinghe's eyes. He cupped his hands in a salute and spoke fluent Northern Frontier dialect.

"Thank you for saving me, young lady."

Aman didn't care about his attitude at all, and stared at his face with a silly grin.

"Beautiful Xiangcao, who can speak the language of Northern Xinjiang, will you be my lover?"

She had never seen such a handsome man in her life, and she fell in love at first sight.

Qinghe was well-versed in the Northern Frontier language, so he naturally knew the meaning of "beautiful herbs".

“Miss, I already have a wife at home. I regret that I cannot accept your kind offer.”

Everyone in the northern border region is skilled at making Gu worms; perhaps he could start his investigation there.

Aman chuckled, "Han people value having multiple wives and concubines. Aman can be your concubine."

Then, she asked curiously, "Does your wife have Amanmei?"

She was the most beautiful woman in the eight villages. Grandma said that even the most beautiful girl among the Han people couldn't compare to her.

Thinking of his beloved, Qinghe's eyes were filled with tenderness. "There are countless beauties in the world, but only my wife is as beautiful as warm jade."

Aman snorted defiantly, "Hmph, Aman is the most beautiful."

She was determined to marry him.

The martial arts alliance was hanging in the balance, and several men stared nervously at the woman on the bed.

"Nuan Nuan, do you remember what happened three days ago?"

Fu Sheng took her pulse at least three times, and her pulse was stable and normal.

"Sister, do you still remember Ah Ling?"

Hua Lingyan pitifully grabbed the woman's hand and pressed it against her face, rubbing it against her skin, trying to evoke her dormant memories.

"Poisonous woman, you've only entered my dream once, and now you're not going to take responsibility for me?"

Unable to suppress his anger, he suspected she was doing it on purpose.

The woman on the bed blinked in confusion and forcefully pulled her hand away.

"Who are you? Why are you treating me like this?"

She was terrified to wake up to a crowd of onlookers.

Fusheng stared at her for a while, a faint smile flashing in his eyes, before casually packing his medical kit.

He's being naughty again.

Unwilling to accept defeat, he roared, "I don't believe it! You forcibly kissed me in the back mountain! You have to take responsibility for me!"

He waited anxiously for her to wake up, only to find out that she had forgotten him.

Everyone else received her promises, but he received nothing.

In his anxious search for confirmation, he failed to notice the strange look in Hua Lingyan's eyes. Just as he was about to grab Shi Nuanyu's hand, his clothes were suddenly tightened and he was pulled out.

He had never tried it before and instinctively leaned back, shouting in a panic.

"You little idiot, what are you doing?"

Hua Lingyan, her beautiful face flushed with anger, drew her sword from her waist and stabbed at him.

"You are not allowed to take liberties with your sister."

Unwilling to back down, she drew her thin sword in retaliation, "Are you allowed to kiss her but I'm not? I'm also her husband."

"you are not."

The sound of weapons clashing outside drifted over, and Shi Nuanyu watched with great interest.

"Do they usually fight like this?"

Tao Huiyan sat down gently beside her and followed her gaze toward the door.

"How long has Your Highness been considering this?"

Just to witness this scene, she even had thoughts of losing her memory.

Shi Nuanyu held up two fingers, raised her eyebrows and smiled smugly.

"Hehe, exactly ten days, no more, no less."

To be precise, I had been thinking about it since the day I arrived at the post station.

Author's Note: "Shallow joy is as fleeting as a greyhound, deep love as enduring as a long wind." (From Wang Zhongwei's "The Fleeting Clouds and the Long Wind" in the Song Dynasty)