Butterfly Dream

I don't know whether I was poisoned to death by the wine, or was angered to death by the Emperor of the Li family...

I don't know whether that tyrant emperor died of a serious illness or died of anger at me...

If he dies, I die.

I don't know anything.

I suffer, I struggle, I complain, and I speak softly.

The pain slowly faded, my five senses gradually returned, and involuntarily, my suffering body suddenly became relaxed, and my wrinkled brow untied... Accepting the emptiness all over my body, my body walked north, my heart went south, my spirit and soul darted east and west... People's hearts and souls went their separate ways. I searched hard and followed, and finally found people, hearts, spirits, and souls...

Just as the pain subsided and I had gathered all the hearts and souls of the people, a fragrance filled my nose. I smelled a strange fragrance, a fragrance beyond wine and blood that I smelled in death. This fragrance was both familiar and unfamiliar to me...

I woke up, I woke up from my dream!

I woke up from a nightmare...

Waking up from a big dream, the nightmare is rolling away.

I woke up in Taiji Palace with a start, and I woke up from my dream in Yongle Palace.

I woke up...

I woke up on the day I threw away the jade disk, cut my face, and threw myself into the East China Sea Lake.

I woke up at the moment when Xinjun scolded me...

I had a dream, a dream of blood and tears. It was a long dream and even more of a nightmare.

It felt like I had slept for years.

In the dream, it was so real, so painful, everything was floating in chaos in this old dream...

I can't quite tell the difference between dreaming and being awake.

What is true and what is false?

Is the dream true or false?

Is it true when you wake up, or false?

I woke up from my dream with a start. Everything was just as it was in my dream, exactly the same. My murderer, my enemy, was right in front of me.

He Nu looked at me. His clothes and appearance were exactly like the new king. It seemed like a lifetime ago, like a young boy, and the person in front of me was exactly the same as before.

Am I going back to six years ago?

Or have I been dreaming for six years?

Xinjun looked at me, my eyes were glued to his face, Xinjun and I were tightly connected, sticking to each other almost as one person.

Everything in the dream, I forced myself to suppress the doubts in my heart, looking at the new emperor, I suppressed my hatred and disgust for the tyrant...

The two eyelashes face each other, and people don’t know whether the meeting is a dream or not.

It was entangled and unclear, in a dream and outside of it, I couldn't tell the difference. I noticed something strange in Xinjun's eyes, that trace of sorrow and murderous intent, which often appeared in my long dream. Just a trace, just a moment, the sorrow and murderous intent disappeared.

It's me, still trapped in the nightmare, I'm being too suspicious.

It was a dream, it was just a nightmare.

It was just a nightmare that cost me my loved ones and my life.

That was a dream, it was fake.

I am alive, my mother and Himehime are alive, this is the truth.

Xinjun looked at me, his eyes were gentle and elegant, clear and transparent. I felt like I was in a dream, and he felt like he was in a dream. Xinjun said nothing, and he didn't move. I once again avoided him...

Your Majesty, his every word and action was exactly the same as in my dream. He lowered his eyes, took the paper from the desk, held it in his hand and read it again and again, and my eyes followed him closely.

In an instant, his gentle eyes turned stern and resentful. He scolded, "Ayan, you haven't seen me for many years. Was it unintentional or careless?"

Xinjun's words exposed my unintentional behavior. I was confused and shocked, but tried hard to suppress my surprise.

"Even if you don't work hard on the position of Queen, there are still people who are willing to work hard!"

Xinjun was furious. He could no longer tolerate it. He did not hide his disgust and aversion towards me.

The emperor was angry.

Just like in a dream.

The female officials, palace maids, and palace servants all entered the hall and knelt on the ground.

It was like a dream.

Every word and action was as if in a dream, and I was still the first to bow.

Xinjun spoke harshly, and I knelt down to beg for mercy, but still had nothing to say.

Walking out of Yongle Hall, tears streamed freely... I cried for the Taiji Palace to see, for the palace maids to see...

Eunuch Zhu was also like in a dream. He was anxious to chase me out and kept chattering in my ear, refusing to stop.

"Although the Lord's words were harsh, and my lady is not entirely without fault, please write those three words clearly, stroke by stroke, and remember them in your heart from now on, so that the Saint will not find any mistakes..."

"That's the saint of the Heavenly Family, and also the young master of the Li Family. Madam, why don't you coax him a little more and give in to the one inside? Will you just give in? Even if you're not convinced in your heart, you have to keep it up on the surface. If this happened to someone else, they would have lost their lives in the southern suburbs long ago, and that's you, my lady..."

I pinched my flesh. What Zhu Buxiu said was exactly the same as in my dream. The dream was real, and the pain was even more real. I cried and agreed to everything.

After I nodded in agreement, I wished that my father-in-law would leave quickly and disappear.

I still didn't ask anyone to follow me. I walked alone, passed the Lizheng Hall, came to the edge of Donghai Lake, and stopped.

True and false, real and unreal, like a dream or illusion.

If the dream is real, should I follow it?

For a moment, I couldn't make up my mind.

Looking back on that dream, remembering that cup of poisoned wine, the saint was critically ill. Should I be in Yongle Hall, in front of His Majesty's bedside, crying for the saint?

No, crying is useless. The right thing to do is to kill the tyrant.

No, on the day of Xiaohan, in Mount Dai, I should not have followed King Guangcheng and Zhu Buxiu back to Chang'an Taiji.

No, I should leave Chang'an, not go to Mount Dai, I should hide in any of the 360 ​​states in the world.

No, on the day of Xiaohan, I should have killed him with the sword handed to me by the tyrant emperor.

No, on the day of Xiaohan, I should have used more strength and stabbed him to death with that half of the jade flute.

No, I filled the Yongle Palace with kerosene, and that day, I should have shot the third arrow at His Majesty the Emperor.

No, it was that time when I was clearing out the evil officials. I killed Yang Yanji and should have gotten rid of Li Junqing at the same time.

No, it was that year, in the apricot grove, my sharp arrow should not have deflected, it should have shot through the throat, pierced the heart...shooting down the tyrant...

In this case, I should follow my nightmare step by step, without missing a single step, and proceed step by step...

Throwing the jade disk, scratching the face, burning the ears...

Everything happened one by one, just like a dream. Step by step, I will surely kill the tyrant and avenge the poison...

I took out from my bosom the half jade disk given to me by the late emperor, which represented the saint.

I held it in my left hand, raised my right hand, and pretended to throw it into the East China Sea Lake.

This time, half of the jade wall did not fall into the water, and I did not jump into the water to follow it. There were no shouts from the palace servants behind me.

My right hand is suspended in the air, it is restrained by someone, it is seized by the king.

"It's you!"

The new monarch arrived, and His Majesty appeared before me. What the emperor grabbed was not a hand, but evidence that cleared his name.

"You want to get your face slashed again? Leave Taiji Palace? Leave me?"

After several questions, the emperor became furious. He pried open my right hand, but it was empty.

When they looked at each other, the grudges and hatred between the two sides almost burst out from their eyes.

That half of the jade disk is hidden in the palm of my left hand.

I looked at the water of Donghai Lake, and myself in the lake. I was the same person as before, and my soul was the same soul from my previous life.

There is no reason, no logic, it’s interesting to live my life again. I just find it extremely interesting.

The person in front of me is not the new emperor, not He Nu, not Li Junqing. He is the tyrant emperor six years later who gave me wine and poisoned me, and wanted me to be buried with him.

The long dream is true, and it is even truer now.

The pain disappeared, and I couldn't tell the difference between dreaming and being awake, but six years ago, I was clearly an illiterate barbarian. When I woke up from the dream and looked at those neat, square characters, I knew that they were not dreams, but all true.

The person in front of you has the skin of a new king and the heart of a tyrant.

It’s infuriating and even more hateful.

The tyrant emperor and I will go to the underworld together. If I can be reborn, he may be able to do so as well.

This is probably... the next life that the tyrant emperor...mumbled and begged for.

In the next life, the next life... In this life, in this life, I will never let him go...

The tyrant emperor was pretending, but he couldn't hide his hatred and murderous intentions towards me. I could see that something was wrong with him.

"yes……"

I did not hide my anger and told the tyrant emperor.

"You lied to me?"

The emperor questioned in a stern voice, he was extremely angry. This familiar feeling of madness brought out a wanton and crazy smile in me.

I couldn't help but laugh... I stopped laughing.

"You lied to me first!"

He woke up from the dream before me. It had been six or seven years since then. So many grudges were entangled in his life and there was no way to let it go.

He saw through my flaws. He suppressed his hatred and resentment. He lived a new life and just woke up without any surprise or expression. His words and actions were the same as in his previous life. The king of a country set a trap and followed me, just to catch me, just to get evidence of my framing him.

I woke up from a nightmare and noticed his weirdness. I suppressed my hatred and anger, and swallowed my anger, imitating myself step by step from my previous life, just to expose his true colors.

The same coldness, the same vigilance, the same calculation.

Like, schemes and conspiracies, he and I are exactly alike.

I will take advantage of the emperor's rage and push him into the East Sea Lake. I will go to Jishan Palace to see Concubine Tong...

Unfortunately, this tyrant refused to give up on me. He fell into the water and he didn't let go. I was forced to follow him. He dragged me into the East China Sea Lake and my face hit his. I hit him hard and my nose felt sore. I smelled blood and my eyes turned black. The pain that penetrated my bones told me that this was not a dream, but reality. I was living in the world with a mortal body.

As long as I am alive, the tyrant is alive too.

As the emperor wishes, as he asks, I will be with him, live and die with him.

I fell into the water, waking from a deep dream. I escaped from the arms of a tyrant, only to fall back into a deep dream, once again trapped by the tyrant. I landed in the autumn East China Sea Lake, and just like in my previous life, I lost consciousness...