Bab 572: Memory Awakened

There was fog in the morning of Nanzhao. The sky was bright, and the world was foggy.

The sleeping Prince Consort gently opened his eyes and raised his hand to block the light that seeped through the window. After adapting to the light, he removed his hand and looked at the top of the tent where the five-colored broken jade was hanging. He then lifted the curtain and looked at the ancient and elegant room. An unfamiliar feeling surged in his heart.

He actually didn't know where he was.

There were two figures lying at the round table, a man and a woman. From their clothes and buns, they looked like the young masters and daughters of rich families. And they also made him feel unfamiliar.

Where was this? Who were they? Why was he here?