The yandere is too beautiful; the fake heiress sneaks kisses through the window every day.

"Your Majesty, it is my fault for being useless and failing to live up to your trust. You ordered me to return to the capital with the order to mobilize troops for support, but... it was too late." Recalling the events of her past life, Qingyu knelt on the ground, her head bowed and her eyes red.

The blood of 100,000 soldiers almost stained the earth red, and the souls of 100,000 corpses had nowhere to return. Year after year, she never dared to recall that tragic scene.

Jiang Yu looked at Qingyu, whose voice was trembling, smiled, and helped her up to comfort her, "I know you have done your best, there is no need to blame yourself."

In that situation, even if Qingyu had brought reinforcements in time, it would have been of no use.

The person who set this up never intended for her to leave alive.

After Jiang Yu offered a few words of comfort, Qingyu felt much better.

"Your Majesty, when did you awaken your memories?" Qingyu asked curiously.

"Awakening memories?" Jiang Yu asked blankly.

"Yes, I only awakened my past life memories three years ago after I bumped my head. After that, I came out of seclusion as a divine doctor to promote the Thirteen Ghost Needles. At that time, I thought that if you were here, you would definitely come looking for me when you heard the news."

"I never expected to actually meet you." Qingyu smiled faintly, her gaze fixed intently on Jiang Yu with a hint of doubt. "But why does Your Majesty look exactly the same as in my previous life?"

Even the Empress...

Hearing Qingyu's words, Jiang Yu frowned.

"You mean you were reincarnated as a native modern person, but you didn't have any memories of your previous life, and you weren't immediately reborn into this body after you died?" Jiang Yu asked.

"Yes." Qingyu nodded.

Jiang Yu couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Why was her process different?

She clearly remembered that she had just closed her eyes after dying on the battlefield a second ago, and the next second she opened her eyes and was in this body. Why was it different?

"Do you have any news about Hongzhuang and the others?" Jiang Yu asked again.

Qingyu shook her head.

She had looked for them when she first regained her memories, but there had been no news of them for three years, and she was almost ready to give up.

Now that she has seen His Majesty and the Empress, she has hope again; perhaps Hongzhuang and the others really are somewhere in the world.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, Qingyu will continue to search for their whereabouts."

Jiang Yu nodded.

Strange glances were fixed on them. Qingyu couldn't help but glance over there a couple of times, then leaned closer to Jiang Yu and whispered, "Your Majesty, the Empress seems a little different than before."

Jiang Yu glanced at Shen Ji, who was sitting on the other side with a cold face, staring straight at her.

"Oh, the Queen has amnesia, it's not a big problem."

Amnesia?

Qingyu glanced at Jiang Yu, then at Shen Ji, who seemed to have some reservations about her, and looked slightly puzzled.

Judging from his possessiveness toward His Majesty, he doesn't seem to have amnesia.

"Your Majesty, do you think it's possible that the Empress, like me before, hasn't awakened her memories yet?" Qingyu calmly analyzed and quickly offered a guess.

Jiang Yu suddenly realized that he was indeed her personal strategist.

"You're right. What do we do now? Should we also make the Empress bang her head against the ground to restore her memory?"

Qingyu frowned and pondered for a moment before saying, "The methods for awakening memories may not be the same, but we can give it a try."

Jiang Yu also wanted to, but she couldn't bear to.

"Let's forget about it. The Empress isn't in good health; what if she hurts herself?"

"Your Majesty, rest assured, the damaged jade can be repaired."

Seeing Qingyu's indifferent yet eager hand, Jiang Yu paused for a moment before asking, "Qingyu, has the Empress ever offended you before?"

"Qingyu wouldn't dare," Qingyu said honestly, pursing her lips, "but I have indeed wanted to stab him for a long time."

That means you've offended them.

I don't know what the Empress did to anger Qingyu, who is usually indifferent and calm.

Just as Jiang Yu was pondering whether or not to bring up the matter of treating the Empress, Shen Ji finally couldn't help but come over and interrupt their conversation, subtly blocking the little girl's view so that she could only see himself.

He even cleverly held her hand and intertwined their fingers to attract her attention.

"I didn't expect that Sister Jiang Yu knows the divine doctor. What a coincidence! Um... how about we go see the doctor first?" Rong Shan stepped forward with a smile to ease the atmosphere.

Jiang Yu sighed softly, meeting Qingyu's questioning gaze, "The Empress has been poisoned by cold, why don't you take a look at her?"

After taking Shen Ji's pulse, Qingyu glanced at Jiang Yu and calmly withdrew her hand, saying, "This poison was brought from the womb and has been accumulating for a long time, almost reaching the heart meridian. Although it is a bit troublesome, I can cure it."

"Really? What are the chances?" Rong Shan's eyes lit up as she asked excitedly.

"Perfectly," Qingyu replied. "However, a few of the medicinal ingredients are difficult to find. Until they are found, I can use acupuncture to suppress the toxicity."

Rong Shan's eyes lit up. "Just tell me what medicine you need. As long as it can cure him, everything is negotiable."

"I'll begin with the acupuncture." Qingyu took out the silver needles she carried with her and looked at Shen Ji, saying, "Your Majesty, please extend your arm."

Upon hearing the other person address him as "Your Majesty the Empress," Shen Ji's temples throbbed involuntarily, and he uttered three words with a grim expression, "My surname is Shen."

He didn't mind when a young girl called him Empress, but he found it grating when others called him Empress.

Qingyu first looked at Jiang Yu, and seeing that she did not object, she changed her form of address, "Mr. Shen, please extend your arm."

But Shen Ji still didn't move.

Thinking he was scared, Jiang Yu took his hand and coaxed him softly, "Don't be afraid, Your Majesty. Qingyu is very powerful. She will definitely be able to cure you."

Shen Ji had some doubts about Qingyu's identity. After all, someone who could show mutual affection with a young girl probably had a mental illness.

She can't even heal herself, how can she heal him?

But Xiao Guai said she could cure herself... Oh well, a doctor can't heal himself, maybe she's just not good at treating the brain.

It's a pity, I was hoping she could help Xiaoguai check her brain.

Shen Ji lowered his eyes and rolled up his sleeves to reveal his arms.

Qingyu retrieved the needle, located the acupoint, and applied the needle—a series of movements performed with fluid grace.

After a few needles, Shen Ji's face turned slightly pale and a few beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Seeing that he seemed to be in a lot of pain, Jiang Yu held his hand with heartache.

"Qingyu, why does the Empress look so unwell?" Jiang Yu turned to Qingyu and asked.

"Suppressing toxins requires stimulating the heart meridian, so it's normal to feel pain," Qingyu explained softly.

Although Qingyu said it was normal, Jiang Yu couldn't help but feel sorry for him. She touched his forehead and coaxed him softly, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Although the pain was within his tolerance, Shen Ji's eyes flickered and he instantly transformed into Shen Chacha, snuggling close to the little girl's arms, "Mmm."

"I'm fine, just give me a hug, little darling," Shen Chacha said softly, leaning weakly against Jiang Yu's chest.

Jiang Yu hugged the fragile Empress with heartache and gently patted her back to comfort her.

Qingyu completed the acupuncture quickly and professionally.

"The poison has been temporarily suppressed. We can begin the detoxification process once we have all the necessary medicinal herbs," Qingyu said to Jiang Yu as she put away her silver needles.

Before Jiang Yu could speak, Rong Shan suddenly leaned over and said excitedly, "Wow, this is amazing! Is this the legendary Thirteen Ghost Needles?"

Qingyu coldly replied, "No."

"Huh?" Rong Shan looked disappointed, but he was shameless enough to ask again, "I wonder if I'll ever have the honor of witnessing the legendary Thirteen Ghost Needles?"

Qingyu paused, looked up at him, and asked with furrowed brows, "Are you going to die?"

"Huh? No." Rong Shan shook her head blankly.

"Only those who are about to die are worthy to see the Thirteen Needles of Ghosts," Qingyu said coldly.

"Cough cough cough..." Rong Shan was startled. "Thanks for the invitation, but I don't have any thoughts of dying yet."