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In a nondescript place within Jiankang City, before a villa, Xie Yushi, who seemed to have aged overnight, gazed at the man he had once exploited. He suddenly spoke in a low voice, "Who is it that has come to our Xie Family's aid? I, Xie Yushi, must personally pay a visit." Ever since the fall of the Xie Family four years ago, they had been living in a shabby hut on the outskirts. Many had been lost to exile. Unexpectedly, this mysterious benefactor had managed to reunite the scattered members of the Xie Family and even purchased a villa that, while not luxurious, was as splendid as those of other wealthy families in Jiankang City.
Azure Thorn glanced at them and replied calmly, "An old friend. He sent me here because he naturally does not wish to show his face. There is no need for you to delve deeper." A few months prior, after Young Master's master had inadvertently mentioned the Xie Family, Master Sang revealed that her identity before her amnesia was Fourth Miss Xie, but by then, the Xie Family had already withered away.
Thus, at Young Master's request, they began searching for all remaining members of the Xie Family and safely escorted them to the capital, purchasing this villa in the Wealthy District to ensure their well-being.
Yun Ying had asked Young Master before their departure why he would still help them when Xie Weiying was dead and he had no ties left to the Xie Family. They also knew that before Young Master lost his memory, he had planned to take all the blame upon himself during his escape from the palace, sacrificing his life for the safety of the entire Xie Family.
In the end, the emperor pardoned the entire Xie Family; they were merely demoted to commoners.
Young Master had forgotten everything; they could not speak of it. They could only stew in their own anger.
Unexpectedly, after seeing their expressions, Young Master simply said, "Although I do not remember what happened, they are still my past relatives. It is only natural for me to care for them with my abilities; it is my responsibility. As long as they live well, I owe them nothing."
It was not the first time they understood Young Master's kindness, yet those present were still somewhat moved. They felt that Young Master seemed amnesiac yet somehow not entirely so. After waking up, he did not recognize any of them—not even his master—and was completely unfamiliar with Jun Jin Villa. However, he understood everything about his designs, his works, his comics—everything about himself. Once they shared all this with him, he quickly grasped it all. It appeared as if he hadn’t lost his memory at all. Yet regarding people, this country, and everything about himself in Jin State—he remembered nothing.
Moreover, he had personally diagnosed himself and confirmed that he truly was amnesiac; it was something one could not feign.
But when he cautiously inquired about his doubts one day, Young Master merely smiled lightly and said, "I have forgotten everything in this life; however, I still remember my past life's memories."
Whenever he recalled Young Master's expression while saying this, he could never discern whether Young Master was joking or speaking truthfully. Furthermore, he always felt an illusion that Young Master saw through everything—that he understood all worldly matters—allowing him to remain so detached and carefree.
Upon awakening and realizing his memory loss, he showed no panic at all; it was as if the person who had lost those memories was someone else entirely. He simply said lightly, "If I have forgotten it all, then so be it."
His eyes did not resemble those of an eighteen-year-old boy at all. Instead, they seemed to belong to someone who had experienced the passage of time and was nearly aged.
Those deep and clear eyes could almost encompass the entire sky. They embraced all rivers, accommodating the warmth and coldness of the world. It was because of this that those who felt abandoned and overlooked by society found refuge in him, allowing them to pursue their desires freely.
"Chen Anyuan..." A low voice emerged.
This name, which felt ancient—so ancient that he had nearly forgotten it—caused Azure Thorn to pause noticeably.
He turned his head and noticed a woman he had once liked long ago. Behind her hid a small boy, adorable yet timid, with large, watery eyes filled with fear. The boy's features bore a faint resemblance to An Yijun, but he lacked her spirit and intelligence, her mischievousness, and her innate cleverness, as well as the maturity and insight that set her apart from other children.
The boy appeared shy and somewhat awkward. Was he truly that child? The illegitimate son of the Xie Family's Second Miss and a Su Family scion?
Before him stood a woman weathered by time, her hair disheveled. Gone were the golden and silver ornaments that once adorned her hair years ago; now she wore only a single bright begonia at her temple, with dazzling jewels no longer decorating her attire. Dressed in dark blue like black satin, she seemed to wrap herself in layers of dark clouds.
Now, under his gaze, she appeared somewhat anxious and restless. She was no longer the noble and elegant Second Miss, nor was she the dreamlike lover he had willingly allowed himself to be used by. This realization brought him a tinge of sadness.
It turned out that many things in this world could change. So much was in flux.
She wore the most common coarse linen garment among the common folk, her brows furrowed with weariness. Life's hardships had left her hands less smooth and lustrous than before. Although traces of her beauty remained, it was nowhere near the stunning allure she once possessed. She was no longer that proud little princess surrounded by wealthy suitors at every turn.
Xie Nuanwei hesitated for a while, seemingly unsure of what to say before finally speaking up: "Thank you."
Azure Thorn nodded lightly, his expression somewhat distant as he replied softly, "No need to thank me. This is what my Young Master instructed."
Azure Thorn glanced at them. These individuals had once been high-ranking officials and esteemed nobles in the capital, but in the blink of an eye, everything had changed. No one knew what the future held or what awaited them.
Xie Yushi felt as if years had passed in just a few moments, with strands of white hair appearing at his temples. The once powerful court officials had become a thing of the past; wealth and power were ultimately fleeting.
He slightly bowed his head and said softly, "Gentlemen, if you have any matters to discuss, please inform the steward here; they will certainly take care of it. Azure Thorn takes his leave."
"Young Master, please take care," several people expressed their gratitude.
The Xie Family was dwindling in numbers. Xie Yushi's legitimate wife had fallen ill and passed away shortly after the rebellion. The Fifth Lady, still young, had remarried with her son. The Xie Family was no longer the flourishing household it once was.
For some reason, when he mentioned an Old Friend, Xie Yushi suddenly recalled that unique little daughter who had always been different from others. She had never received his affection but remained stubborn and strong—Fourth Miss Xie.
But now, she had taken upon herself the disrespect that could lead to his entire clan being annihilated; she had become the late Empress Zejin of this fallen dynasty.
She was the daughter he owed so much to, a debt he could never repay.
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