Duan Chaoying searched her mind, but she could not fathom what had gone wrong. She had suspected Old Cui and she had suspected the osmanthus cake, but she had never once suspected Shen Yuhui’s own account.
He was allergic to osmanthus; how could he have possibly eaten it tonight?
"What exactly do you mean by that, my lord?" Duan Chaoying feigned confusion. Her watery eyes soon welled up with red, and she choked out a complaint, "Ever since you lost your memory, you have repeatedly doubted me. Am I truly your wife, or am I some corrupt official you’ve cornered in your back courtyard?"
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