His Peasant Wife : Yao Ling

Uncle Qiu was left under the care of Yao Ling and Xiao Fang. They could hear that once in a while he was calling Su Wan’s name over and over again while he was unconscious. His body was sweating all over, but Yao Ling only dared to wipe his forehead.

"Does he remember something?" Yao Ling asked in a hopeful voice. There was a trace of longing in her eyes which made Xiao Fang pitied her.

"Maybe the name triggered something inside him. It seems like godfather really loves your birth mother ah~!" Xiao Fang said softly. She never thought that her godfather would be such a sentimental and romantic person.

"Yes, he is," Yao Ling admitted. She would never tell her that there was a bond behind his infatuation as well. She didn’t want people to mistaken that their feelings were purely because of the bond. Just like her relationship with Yao Ying, she didn’t want people to question her whether she really loved Yao Ying or it was because of the bond.

The answer was simple... she had loved him even before they were bound by the bond, but people didn’t know that.

It seemed like her father had never heard Su Wan’s name before, or else, his memory would have been triggered a long time ago. She understood that this might have something to do with her grandmother who always knew everything. She must have known that this name would trigger the bond, thus, she never mentioned it once in front of her father.

Not too long after they stopped talking, Uncle Qiu started to move and give a sign that he would wake up soon. By the time Uncle Qiu opene2d his eyes, a few shichen had passed. He tried to sit up with difficulty. Yao Ling and Xiao Fang who saw it quickly helped him up.

"Godfather, are you okay?" Xiao Fang asked.

"I’m fine..." Uncle Qiu answered weakly.

"Do you remember anything?" Xiao Fang asked curiously.

Uncle Qiu shook his head. "I only remember bits and pieces of incomplete memories. However, each time I tried to remember something, something was blocking my mind... I can only give up otherwise the headache would become more unbearable," Uncle Qiu explained. He noticed that he might have fainted, hence he didn’t ask why he was suddenly laying down on the Luo Han bed.

He turned to Yao Ling and asked, "Your husband suddenly told me about this out of the blue. I’m sure that both of you know something else... Do both of you have a way to make me remember?"

Yao Ling nodded confidently. "I do... Aunt Yue taught me how to make you remember..."

When he heard Aunt Yue’s name, he was reminded of her power. Was she the one who locked his memories. If yes... why? All of a sudden, he became angry. After all, he just realized that his whole life here was actually a lie?!

Uncle Qiu already had his suspicion, but he never thought that his guess was correct. "Why? Why did Aunt Yue tell you? Why didn’t she tell me directly? She had so many chances back then!" Uncle Qiu asked Yao Ling in a loud voice because he was trying to vent his frustration. He didn’t have time to care about other people’s feelings.

He was just... feeling hurt!

Even though Yao Ling felt like she was being wronged, she could only swallow her grievance. Why did her father suddenly scold her? She bit her lower lip and tried to calm herself down, even though she felt hurt inwardly.

Xiao Fang glared at his godfather and scolded him, "Don’t do that! Yao Ling is innocent! Besides, you will regret it later if you keep shouting at her!" Xiao Fang knew that Yao Ling’s mood was quite sensitive at the moment and she must be sad because of Uncle Qiu’s words.

Uncle Qiu didn’t back down but he glared at Xiao Fang angrily, "Why should I regret it?"

Xiao Fang sighed. "Because of her identity. When you remember your real memory, you will be sad if she gives you the cold shoulder," Xiao Fang tried to explain in a subtle way.

"Identity? What identity?" Uncle Qiu’s curiosity was piqued and he looked at Yao Ling in confusion. What kind of identity that she had ah~? Was there a connection between him and her?

Yao Ling wanted to tell him herself, but she knew that he would never believe her. Xiao Fang also knew how stubborn the old man was, thus, she was the one who said it, "Your blood-related daughter."

Uncle Qiu gaped at them and his wide eyes looked at Yao Ling in disbelief. "Wh-what? My daughter?"

Yao Ling nodded hesitantly but she didn’t dare to say anything --- just in case her tears would start to fall down. She could see the shock in his expression, fortunately, there was no sign of disgust in it.

Uncle Qiu closed his eyes. When he saw Yao Ling’s expression, he knew that there was no lie or deception in it and also... he saw a trace of longing there. He decided to strengthen his mind --- he needed to know everything, especially about Su Wan!

"Please help me remember!" He didn’t want to beat around the bush and decided to go with the flow straight away. He needed to remember at that exact moment.

Yao Ling nodded at him and asked, "I can help you, but it will take some times. Don’t you need to solve Aunt Yue’s matter first? The guards have been trying to find you a few times... No one is allowed to disturb us, otherwise, there will be consequences."

Once Uncle Qiu heard Aunt Yue’s name, the throbbing pain was back and he realized that he must have a certain connection with Aunt Yue in the past. "Aunt Yue... who is she to me?"

Xiao Fang sighed. "Your mother..."

Uncle Qiu felt like he was being struck by thunder! His mother?! She was his mother?! If she was really gone, didn’t it mean he lost his mother? Without a second thought, he made a sudden decision, "Help me remember now! I will handle the matter later!"

After that, he turned to Xiao Fang, "Xiao Fang, I will need your help! You go and find my close attendant, Ah Zhao. Tell him to handle everything and delay a few shichen for me and he will know what to do!"

Xiao Fang nodded her head and quickly went to do his bidding. Although his godfather had left the officialdom, he was a sly fox and he certainly wasn’t a simple man. Ah Zhao had been serving him for a long time as his right-hand man, so she was pretty sure that he wasn’t an ordinary attendant too.

Uncle Qiu turned to Yao Ling and when he saw her pitiful face... a sense of familiarity kicked in. He patted her back and said, "I’m sorry! I don’t remember anything!"

Yao Ling shook her head and she could feel the warmth on her back, making her feel calmer. "It’s not your fault, Father! When you remember everything, don’t blame grandmother, okay?"

"Blame?" Uncle Qiu wanted to ask something else, but Yao Ling stopped him.

"Please, don’t ask anymore... It will be better if you remember it by yourself." Yao Ling knew that it would be useless to talk to the current Uncle Qiu, but she just hoped that her words would be engraved in his mind before he remembered everything.

Uncle Qiu swallowed his words, but he nodded in agreement. He started to feel that his identity wasn’t so simple. "Can we start now?"

Yao Ling nodded her head.