Upon hearing this, Majila was a little hesitant.

At this time, Feng Qingjue, who had been sitting next to him with his head lowered, raised his head and sneered, "Man, if I want to harm you, why do I need to go to such trouble to identify you?! I never need to go to such trouble to kill someone!"

After saying that, he glanced at Qiqige intentionally or unintentionally.

Qiqige looked at those beautiful but cold eyes, feeling a little scared in her heart, and tightened her hold on Wu Enqi's arm.

Wu Enqi patted her hand comfortingly, turned to look at Feng Qingjue, and said, "Even if you are not here to harm me, then how can I believe that you are my wife?"

Feng Qingjue was speechless when he asked him this question. Yes, what evidence can she produce to prove that she is his wife?

It’s not like modern marriages here require a marriage certificate.

Looking at Feng Qingjue who was silent, Wu Enqi sneered, "Girl, I'm afraid you've found the wrong person."

After saying that, he was about to take Qiqige and leave.

Feng Qingjue stood up in a hurry and said, "Huangfu Xi! Isn't it just amnesia?! I will definitely let you regain your memory."

Qiqige's face was as white as a piece of paper. She looked up at Wu Enqi, who was a head and a half taller than her. She was a little nervous.

Wu Enqi raised his lips, sneered, said, "We'll see!" and walked away.

Watching the two figures walking away from each other, Feng Qing clenched her fists unconsciously.

Huangfu Xi! You’ve lost your memory and you’re treating me like this?! Let me tell you, even if you lose your memory, even if we don’t like each other, you are still my husband. I, Feng Qing, will never allow my husband to have a concubine.

At this time, she seemed to have forgotten the concubines in the prince's palace. She only knew that Qiqige was by his side now.

His eyes looked deeply into the direction they were leaving, with determination.

Majila sighed and looked aside for a long time. He didn't know who to believe anymore.

He said leisurely, "Girl, now you can only look at yourself. If you can recall Wu Enqi's memory and prove that he is your husband, then... we have nothing to say!"

After saying that, Majila walked out

That night, Feng Qingjue was resting in her tent when Qiqige brought a group of women over.

"Is there something wrong?" Feng Qingjue, who was lying on the bed, asked with her eyes closed.

Seeing her indifferent expression, Qiqige felt a little angry for some reason.

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