Xiao Jinyan felt immense pressure under the National Master's scrutinizing gaze.
"National Master, I indeed only remember the affairs of Nanzhao Country. According to Xiao Jiu, I can't recall any memories after returning to Daxia, nor how I encountered her. Every word I say is true; I wouldn't dare deceive the National Master."
Jun Moqing: "Even if I gave you the courage, you wouldn't dare."
Shen Chuwei shuffled a couple of steps closer to Jun Moqing, her two little hands grabbing his sleeve, and affectionately called out, "Dad."
Jun Moqing's eyes, cold as ink, glanced at the two small hands on his sleeve before raising his gaze to their owner.
"Is there something you need from me?"
Shen Chuwei: "..." Ah! The National Master is so formidable, seeing straight through her intentions.
"Do you have a way to help him recover his memory?"
Jun Moqing looked at Xiao Jiu coolly, "Why should I help him and waste my time?"