Hearing Wang Qingyao's words, Xiao Yun hummed and turned to gaze at her in the darkness.
She was still staring at the canopy, her long black hair spread out beneath her, her profile expressionless in the dark.
She continued, "It wasn't a shock that made me forget about this world, it was..."
She paused here, and Xiao Yun's heart inexplicably tightened.
"I committed suicide."
Her voice was as calm and objective as ever, without a hint of inflection, as if she were talking about someone else.
Xiao Yun was shocked, his mind instantly went blank, as if suddenly flooded with seawater, feeling lost and astringent.
Wang Qingyao continued to stare at the canopy, speaking in her usual calm voice, "I don't remember anything about the suicide. Yin Zhu and Zhi Zi told me. They were my personal maids, and they knew my affairs best."
"After I was rescued, I forgot everything about this world. I only remembered that I was from another world, that I wasn't the Wang Qingyao they spoke of, that I was someone else, unrelated to them. But they said I was Wang Qingyao, that I had hanged myself after being abandoned by my fiancé, and that the shock had made me forget my past."
"This explanation was reasonable, so I gradually accepted this narrative and became the Wang Qingyao I am now. I always thought my experiences in another world were like dreams, otherwise, how could my senses be so much stronger than others?"
Wang Qingyao sighed after she finished.
She had gone to great lengths to convince Xiao Yun. By mixing truth with falsehood, she had essentially repackaged her transmigration. She didn't know if Xiao Yun could accept it.
If he couldn't, there was nothing she could do.
Xiao Yun remained silent for a moment. The room fell into darkness and quiet, with only the sound of their long breaths.
After a while, Wang Qingyao said understandingly, "It's normal for you to find it hard to accept. No man can accept that his wife once committed suicide for another man. But I want you to know that I don't remember any of it, and I have no feelings for Tian Yu."
"Is it possible..." Xiao Yun pondered for a long time, finally untangling the mess in his mind, "Is it possible that you and the former Wang Qingyao are actually two different people?"
Damn, Wang Qingyao exclaimed inwardly. Amazing, as expected of the boss, his reasoning and acceptance abilities far surpassed ordinary people.
"Hehehe," she turned to face Xiao Yun, "That idea of yours is too preposterous."
Unlike the Second Prince, who enjoyed reading romantic novels, Xiao Yun preferred to read various strange tales.
It was like modern people who had watched too many movies and TV shows about transmigration, demons, and aliens; they wouldn't be surprised if they encountered them and would accept them easily.
Xiao Yun was likely in such a state of mind.
He had even guessed before that Wang Qingyao might be a fairy descended to earth!
Looking back at it all, Wang Qingyao seemed more like a case of possession. The previous Wang Qingyao, tormented by love, had hanged herself and hadn't truly been saved. The person who woke up later was actually someone else.
It was just that this person was a bit confused and thought she had amnesia.
After his analysis, Xiao Yun had largely established Wang Qingyao's origin.
He had to admit, she was a talent. Apart from not knowing the technical term "transmigration," her analysis was otherwise quite accurate.
However, he was afraid of scaring Wang Qingyao, so he didn't reveal his entire analysis.
"As you said, you dreamed of having another life in another world and have no memory of this world at all. Isn't that equivalent to being two different people from this world's Wang Qingyao?"
Wang Qingyao: "Hehehe..."
She had overestimated Xiao Yun.
"Since they are two people, the suicide has nothing to do with you, so why would I care about it?"
Xiao Yun was truly too open-minded and optimistic.
Wang Qingyao finally let go of the heavy stone in her heart and happily leaned over to kiss him on the cheek.
Xiao Yun smiled, and his hands began to get restless again.
Wang Qingyao let out a delicate laugh, but then suddenly became worried, her smile fading, and she frowned, "What if Grand Tutor Wei goes around spreading rumors?"
"Deny it vehemently."
"Deny it vehemently?" What kind of solution was that? If rumors spread, it wouldn't matter whether she admitted it or not.
Her reputation would be tarnished, and Xiao Yun would be mocked.
Just thinking about it was annoying.
And there was also Consort Fang, who was already dissatisfied with her, and who knew how she would worry then.
Xiao Yun said, "It wasn't you who did it in the first place, so you just need to tell the truth. If you act uprightly and do what is right, let others say whatever they want, and just ignore them."
Wang Qingyao: "Hehehe..."
She wasn't exactly acting uprightly and doing what was right.
"Then what if people mock you? This concerns your man's dignity."
Xiao Yun burst into laughter, "A man's dignity isn't reflected in this aspect. A man's dignity..."
As he spoke, he mischievously rubbed Wang Qingyao's sensitive spot, and she let out a delicate cry, "Ah..."
Xiao Yun flipped over and pressed down on her, "A man's dignity is reflected here. Talk less, do more."
In fact, Wang Qingyao was worrying too much.
Grand Tutor Wei didn't really consider spreading rumors. What was the use of spreading gossip if it couldn't cause substantial harm? He disdained such ineffective tactics.
He wanted to directly ensure Wang Qingyao could never recover.