Qi Lin didn't want people to know that he had lost his memory because he was afraid that someone would use it to defraud him of debts and get him entangled, so he still got entangled.
One morning after court, the regent grabbed him.
The usually stern Ming Wuxin forced Qi Lin at the foot of the palace wall and asked quietly: "Amnesia? Then you must not remember the debt you owe me!"
Qi Lin was ashamed: "I really don't know. I don't know what debt I owe to the prince?"
"Of course... It's a love debt!" Ming Wuxin stared at Qi Lin with a smile on his face.
Shock! How could such words come out of the mouth of the cold-faced King of Hell? It's over, it's over. I must have gotten up too early today, I'm afraid I'm still dreaming...
Later, when my memory recovered, I realized that there was no love debt at all. It was just someone's routine. What a pity! Pity! The prey has been caught in the net, so how can the hunter let it go?
