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The two attendants stood closely to the left and right of the man, their faces stern with killing intent, hands tightly gripping the weapons at their waists, and their eyes cold and vigilant as they stared at Yang Mengchen.

Although Hai Tang and Lv Luo were puzzled about how their young lady knew the man before them, and why she would abandon propriety to approach him proactively, they had no time to ponder at that moment. Both stood by their young lady's side, also holding their weapons, ready to strike.

"How does the young lady know my name?" This alias was hardly known even domestically, so how could this young girl be aware of it? Could it be that his whereabouts had been exposed? The man, Hang Qingming, felt a storm surge in his heart, but his face showed no sign of it.

The Twin Lotus Seed Cake was a confection that she and her husband had made together, a secret known to no one else. The man before her was clearly clueless, persistently asking her how she knew his name, with intense murderous intent swirling in his eyes. He indeed meant to kill her. Yang Mengchen forced a wistful and bitter smile, "I'm sorry!

You greatly resemble someone I once knew, which is why I mistook you for him. I apologize for the inconvenience I've caused you!" Having said this, she turned and left.

Could it be that he is not her husband reincarnated, but simply a man who bears a striking resemblance to him? After all, in this vast world, it is not unusual for people to look alike.

She was unwilling to accept it, unwilling to let the chance of rekindling her past relationship with her husband slip away. Perhaps he had forgotten his past life and, consequently, their former love?

Whether it was just a resemblance or a loss of memory, she had to find out. She didn't want to miss her husband again!

"Young master, do you want to?" One of the attendants made a gesture as if to suggest killing.

Shaking his head slightly, Hang Qingming watched Yang Mengchen's desolate and lonely figure recede. A strange tightness gripped his chest; placing a hand over his heart, he felt a faint pain spill out. He couldn't help but frown deeply, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

After a long while, he lowered his hand and started walking forward, only to hear a sudden cry from behind, "Someone has fainted!" His mind was thrown into chaos, and he hurriedly turned around.

There, an elderly woman lay on the ground, and that young lady was administering aid to her. Hang Qingming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief – inexplicably, he didn't want to see her come to any harm. Although he had intended to leave, a voice inside him urged him to go over. Curiously, his feet had already stepped towards her without waiting for his brain's command.

When he saw the deer leather bag and Black Needle in Yang Mengchen's hand, Hang Qingming's pupils shrank, and the expressions of the two attendants suddenly changed, barely concealing their excitement.

"All done," Yang Mengchen said, putting the Black Needle and the deer leather bag back in her pouch. She took out a pen and paper to write a prescription, handing it to the old woman who had just regained consciousness, "Go to Apricot Forest Hall to get your medicine. Rest well when you get home, and don't go out alone anymore."

The old woman expressed her gratitude, "Thank you, Ms. Yang!" Yang Mengchen had been working in the hospital for some time, and many people knew her.

The onlookers praised Yang Mengchen as a truly benevolent healer, then dispersed after bidding farewell to the elderly woman.

Just as Yang Mengchen was about to leave, a gentle voice came from beside her: "I've heard that Yongchang County is picturesque, with an array of unique products. Being new here, I wonder if Ms. Yang would be willing to act as a guide?" Turning around, it was Hang Qingming.

Facing that elegantly beautiful visage, especially those hopeful eyes so similar to another's, Yang Mengchen could not refuse. She nodded, walking slowly beside Hang Qingming toward the center of the lake, but always kept a distance of two steps between them.

Hai Tang and Lv Luo trailed three steps behind Yang Mengchen, discreetly on guard.

The two attendants exchanged a look, knowing their young master's esteemed status, and how composed and cultured he was. Many women fell over themselves to get close to him, and they believed it wouldn't take long for this young girl to fall at their master's feet. What a pity their master had no interest in such shameless women.

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