The Princess of Northern Land

After much thought, Lin Ziyin couldn't think of a good excuse on how to explain her change to the Lin family. Under the pressure and physical fatigue, she fell asleep again after a while.

What Lin Ziyin didn't expect was that the opportunity would come to his door very quickly.

"Sister, wake up, the master is here." Just as she was falling into a deep sleep, the voice of the Lin family sister rang in her ears.

Lin Ziyin opened her eyes in a daze, and what caught her eye was the girl's nervous look.

"Sister, just wake up. Grandpa has invited the master to come over and prepare to show you again." The young sister-in-law also opened the curtain and came in.

"Sister, sister-in-law." Lin Ziyin opened his mouth and realized that his voice was extremely hoarse.

"Is sister awake?" the elder brother's voice came from outside the house.

"Wake up." My sister-in-law replied, and then the door curtain was lifted again, and then I saw Mr. Lin, the eldest brother, and a lean monk appearing in the house.

"Master Huizhen, please give the girl another diagnosis to see if her health is better?" the old man said nervously.

"Amitabha." Master Huizhen clasped his hands and chanted Buddhist words, then bent down and sat down on the broken stool in front of Lin Ziyin's bed. "Donoress, please extend your hand."

"Sister." The eldest sister Lin Zige quickly took out Lin Ziyin's hand.

Master Huizhen put three fingers on Ziyin's wrist and made a careful diagnosis.

The Lin family all watched with bated breath, as if they were afraid that Lin Ziyin would disappear in the blink of an eye.

"The donor's health is not serious. It's just that she lost a lot of blood and needs to be nursed for a while." Master Huizhen took back his hand and said, "The female donor has a kind face and is destined to be my Buddha. After the disaster, everything will get better. Old donor Don’t worry too much. The poor monk will prescribe some medicine for you. Follow the medicine and let her drink the medicine for a while to recover."

"Thank you, Master." The old man said gratefully.

"The donor has many contacts with the temple, so there is no need to be too polite." Master Huizhen replied politely.

"Master, my sister said she can't remember many things. What's going on?" Elder brother Lin Changshu asked anxiously.

Since his parents passed away, although there is still an elder in the family like his grandfather, his grandfather is getting older after all. Lin Changshu feels that as the eldest grandson of the Lin family, he has the obligation to take good care of his two younger sisters and one younger brother.

Now that Er Meiziyin was injured, he felt guilty and had not closed his eyes for several nights.

"Female donor, how much do you remember?" After listening to Lin Changshu's words, Master Huizhen checked the wound on Ziyin's head, and then asked Ziyin kindly.

Ziyin was a little nervous. She was afraid that the old monk would see something was wrong with her, but she quickly adjusted her emotions. "My head hurts. I only remember my name and the people in my family. The rest I don’t remember anything.”

The tearful and pitiful look made Lin Zige burst into tears.

"As long as you remember the family members, you won't remember the rest if you don't remember them."

"Yes, forget it if you don't remember." Lin Changshu nodded and said, while his sister-in-law Guo Huiniang was already wiping tears aside.

"The female donor hurt her head and may have suffered from amnesia. Don't be too nervous, old donor." Master Huizhen said, "Amitabha, fate comes and goes, everything is God's will."

"Master, when will that girl remember the original thing?" Mr. Lin asked anxiously. He was afraid that others would know that Lin Ziyin suffered from amnesia, and it would be difficult to discuss his future marriage.