Murong Zhining smiled. “There’s no need to worry. I was only poisoned by a kind of memory loss drug. It's not fatal.”

Ning Zezhi then raised his cup. “This family banquet was supposed to be a happy occasion, but the atmosphere has grown a little too heavy. Let’s propose a toast and enjoy a delightful meal. My wife and I haven’t had one for many years, and these past years have been truly hard on her. Come on, to my madam. Xuan’er is our hope, there will always be ...