The maid was stunned, and some of the dark medicine liquid accidentally spilled onto the ground.

"Of course, Your Majesty is the wife of the Demon King," the maid said, her voice trembling slightly, a hint of desperation lacing the words as she looked up at Yue Ran. "Your… Your Majesty, do you not remember it?"

Yue Ran tilted her head and asked, "What should I remember?"

With a sharp crash, the porcelain bowl slipped from the hands of the maid and fell to the ground, shattering into countless fragments in an instant, scattering across the floor like forgotten memories.

…

After a while, the maid cleaned up the stains on the ground and walked into the study of the Demon King with a panicked look on her face.

The Demon King, who was in a high position, had already changed out of the luxurious wedding suit he wore on the wedding day. He was now dressed in his usual black outfit with simple yet opulent embellishments. He was currently staring straight at the painting on the wall with a calm look on his face.

The person in the painting was Ellie. Silas painted the picture himself and framed it on the wall. As he could not find her current whereabouts, he could only paint her face to soothe his inner restlessness.

After a while, the footsteps of the maid echoed from outside the double doors of the study.

"My Lord, the lady has lost her memory," the maid reported cautiously once she had received permission to enter the room. "It seems that she has suffered too much stimulation, so she can't remember anything."

The maid carefully glanced at the face of the Demon King, and timidly explained more about the situation Yue Ran was in.

After hearing this, the Demon King sneered contemptuously, and his eyes glinted dangerously.

"Lost her memory?" he mocked. "Hah, I want to see what tricks she is playing."

The scene Silas saw in the palace yesterday was really a bit strange.

Due to a moment of hesitation, Silas temporarily kept the young woman alive. Although he felt strange afterward, it was nothing much to dwell on. Leila was just a fake. He had been a little soft-hearted because she looked very similar to his beloved. Although that fake had woken up, she claimed that she did not remember anything.

Silas narrowed his eyes impatiently. No matter whether that woman truly lost her memory or pretended to lose it, he would not let go of that woman who dared to play tricks on him.

After the maid finished her report, she retreated tremblingly.

…

Silas stepped into Yue Ran's boudoir with an expressionless face and entered the inner chamber. At that moment, Yue Ran was being persuaded by another maid to drink medicine. Yue Ran shook her head in refusal, leaving the little maid holding the warm medicinal soup in a dilemma.

The next moment, footsteps were heard. Silas strode forward and waved his sleeves impatiently at the maid, his dark robes swirling around him as he moved. With a swift, dismissive gesture of his sleeves, he commanded sharply, "Get out."

The maid, who had been balancing a steaming bowl of medicinal soup, froze at the sound of his voice. Panic washed over her, and in her startled state, she forgot to offer the customary greeting to the ominous figure known as the Demon King. Trembling, she quickly set the medicinal bowl on a nearby table, its contents sloshing slightly, before hastily retreating from the room. As she hurried out, a fleeting glance of sympathy crossed her face as she at Yue Ran.

Silas's penetrating gaze fell on the figure on the bed. The young woman sat on the bed, her back resting awkwardly on the pillow, her long hair tousled and cascading over her shoulders like dark silk. The disarray of her hair framed her face, accentuating the pallor of her skin, which seemed to glow faintly in the soft light. His abrupt entrance had clearly surprised her, causing her to raise her head slightly, her big, black jade eyes blinking slowly as she tried to comprehend the situation.

Those pair of eyes staring at him did not display any fear.

This young woman did not seem to be afraid of him.

Despite the imposing presence he exuded, the woman did not flinch or cower; instead, she regarded him with a curious calmness.

"Who... are you?" she asked.

Yue Ran frowned in confusion. The originally bloodless lips were stained with a little medicinal liquid, giving them a rosy hue. She tilted her head slightly to the side as if trying to recall a memory in her mind.

Silas sneered in disdain.

Such poor acting skills. Did this woman really believe that he would fall for her ruse?

The Demon King stretched out his hand to pinch Yue Ran's chin, forcing her to look directly into his eyes, and sneered condescendingly.

"Why, do you not remember anything about that day?" he asked. "Do you want me to ask someone to help you review what happened the day before again?"

The lips of the male protagonist were pale, and the obvious murderous intent in his eyes flashed across his face.

Yue Ran thought, "What a scum of a man."

A madman.

A total madman.

This male protagonist is really a lunatic through and through.

Yue Ran raised her head uncomfortably due to his action and was forced to look directly at him. Eye to eye. The eyes that were seventy percent similar to Ellie's stared straight at him.

Silas's fingers paused for a moment, and his grip unconsciously relaxed, which was a sign of his softness towards Ellie.

Why had he not realized that the two of them were so similar before?

Yue Ran's eyebrows twitched slightly; her pale face showed confusion at first, and then she fell into deep thought. Then, as if she remembered something, she displayed a bright and warm smile, reminiscent of when they first met.