Dong Huiying harbored doubts in her heart; she once again closely examined Yun Ge’s long hair before skirting around the weighty issues, telling her about some of the things that had happened to her in recent days. After listening, Yun Ge remained silent for a long while, "Purple chervil, you’ve suffered so much..." Her Purple chervil, though a bit old-fashioned in matters of love, was actually quite astute. Back in the day at the Ninth Princess Mansion, she could recite every Military book and unofficial history stored in the Book Pavilion by heart. Therefore, though it was expected that Purple chervil would teach herself the art of understanding and removing Gu, it was still a shocking revelation, yet her heart was filled with a proud sense of shared honor. Her Purple chervil might have forgotten many things, might not be as close to her as before, but... it’s okay, it doesn’t matter. After all, what if she had forgotten? Purple chervil is still Purple chervil, still that figure standing in a sea of dark purple flowers, like a little hero leading her through despair... Inside the eastern room, Dong Huiying was catching up with Yun Ge. She wanted to learn about the past, about her own permanently lost memories. Yun Ge’s appearance allowed her to understand more deeply who she once was, the Dong Dabao of the past. Meanwhile, in another room, Shu Yu found a skein of silk thread to restring the old guqin. As he restrung the instrument, he couldn’t help but recall. This string, too, had come from that person. Wasn’t he contradicting himself? Previously, he didn’t confront that young woman when she left a letter and departed, and even when he realized that his younger brother Yue Ning had feelings for her, he had offered his help to his brother. But later on, as his brothers fell, one by one, ...felt incredibly blocked up inside. It was just like, just like... Shu Yu furrowed his brows deeply again. It was like being abandoned. The six of them, six brothers, were one entity. But then that woman squeezed in. He treated her as an outsider since she was new to the family and naturally kept up appearances. However, she gradually blended into the family, became an indispensable part of it. Even this blending wasn’t merely superficial; it penetrated the heart, claiming an important place in his brothers’ affections. He was feeling quite bitter inside. Was he being too petty? Why could his elder brothers so easily cast aside all the past enmities and grievances? To err is human, to forgive, divine. He understood this principle and admired it, too. But admiration aside, she had nearly taken their lives several times. Even if she had her reasons, even if it went against her heart to do so, can a spilled water be scooped back up? Once something is shattered, it can never be returned to what it was—this is the irrevocability of spilt water, the impossibility of mending a broken mirror! She was their family’s tribulation and had ground down their flesh and bone. Shu Yu heaved another deep sigh. Then, he picked up the newly restrung guqin and slowly walked toward the courtyard. He wanted to play a piece, for at this moment, it seemed only the music could soothe his restless heart. Inside the eastern room, Zhang Yu exclaimed in shock. In that instant, she drew her Longsword, looking ready to kill. Shu Yu had just reached the courtyard when Zhang Yu’s explosive shout made him tremble, as if startled. Afterward, his face was expressionless, even indifferent, as he slowly turned his head to look at Zhang Yu. Zhang Yu charged out with her sword, and the others hurriedly followed. Yun Ge, supported by Dong Huiying, had her eyes covered; she couldn’t see and could only ask in confusion, "Zhang Yu?" Zhang Yu said, "It’s that blind man. I just knew there was something off about him!"