Chapter 132 I Had a Dream

Nangong Yan wanted to take Zhao Wanyu's ashes away, but was stopped by Zhao Jinyuan.

Zhao Wanyu is the eldest princess of Tianshuo, and she should return to her roots.

It is said that the two even had a fight over this, but in the end no winner was decided.

The ashes were finally delivered to Xihe. She held the urn for three days, and Xiao Mingxuan waited outside the door for three days.

Xiao Mingxuan was really worried about Xihe, so he went to the kitchen to get some food, but when he came back he found that she was gone.

"Where's the princess?"

Yunhui did not come with them, and the one who took care of Xihe's daily life was a maid in the general's mansion.

"Your Highness Prince Jing, the princess has gone to the pavilion in the back mountain." The maid said respectfully.

Xiao Mingxuan glanced at the mountain not far away and asked, "Is she alone?"

"yes."

"Got it. Go on down."

Xiao Mingxuan walked along the narrow path towards the pavilion halfway up the mountain. The border had been blessed with a long period of rain in the past two days, and his nostrils were filled with the faint scent of grass and soil.

There was still some rain water on the branches and leaves. As I walked, the flowers and plants swayed, wetting the hem of my clothes.

There was a pavilion in front. Xihe was slumped on the ground. The place where people were supposed to sit became her backrest, and there were several empty wine jugs beside her.

I drank a lot.

Xihe saw Xiao Mingxuan, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he greeted him, "Here."

In an instant, the mature face in front of him merged with the childish face from many years ago, and Xiao Mingxuan seemed to have returned to the Tianshuo Palace and the National Academy where they went together.

Xiao Mingxuan walked over and covered Xihe with the cloak in his hand. "It's windy, cover yourself up."

Xihe put her hands on her cheeks and shivered. Only then did she realize that her entire body, except for her face, was as cold as black iron. "Why does this wine get colder the more I drink it?"

It's obviously hot wine, but it can't warm my body or my heart.

"Because you are wearing too little." Xiao Mingxuan glanced at her indifferently and turned away.

"Puff!" Xihe suddenly laughed out loud, a rare moment of joy. She glanced at her clothes. It was still the thin red shirt she had worn a few days ago. It was so cold and rainy today, and she must have been freezing.

After being interrupted, Xihe's mood finally eased. "After all these years, why are you still so serious? Just like my elder brother, so boring~"

She shook the wine jug in her hand, and just as she brought it to her lips, a hand snatched it away.

The little remaining sake all went into Xiao Mingxuan's stomach.

Xihe narrowed his eyes slightly and said through gritted teeth, "This is my wine."

"When you were a kid, you drank from my cup and slept in my bed." Xiao Mingxuan thought about it again, and his expression became more teasing. "Oh, you even slept with me."

Xihe almost choked to death on her own saliva, two blushes appeared on her cheeks, and then she laughed, "You really don't want to suffer any loss at all."

"I'll eat it too. That depends on who it is." Xiao Mingxuan turned his head and met Xihe's eyes, his meaning obvious. "If that person is you, I'd be more than happy to do so."

In the past, the little girl was very delicate and would cry if the tone of voice was harsh. Xiao Mingxuan was often so angry that she was fuming, but she couldn't lose her temper, and in the end she almost suffocated herself to death.

Xihe snorted, turned around, and muttered softly, "I didn't see you retreating."

Xiao Mingxuan knew that Xihe was just saying it casually and had no intention of getting to the bottom of it, so he just smiled and passed it off.

The rain was still falling outside, and the two of them drank quite a bit of wine. Although Xihe could drink a lot, he was also feeling sleepy. He propped up one arm and leaned on the beam behind him to take a nap.

Xiao Mingxuan took a look and said with a smile: "You're confused after drinking so much. You've really developed your alcohol tolerance."

"Headache~" Xihe only felt dizzy, like a ball of paste, and only had the most intuitive physical reaction.

"You've drunk so much, blame me if it doesn't hurt!" Xiao Mingxuan raised his head and drank the last sip of wine. He turned around and patted Xihe's back and asked, "Did you bring any hangover medicine?"

"How do you know I have hangover medicine?" Although Xihe was sleepy, he was still conscious.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me where it is."

Not only did he know that the little girl had the habit of carrying hangover medicine with her, he also knew that when she was drunk, she would suddenly talk a lot, just like now, chattering incessantly.

Xihe rubbed his head and pondered for a while, then smiled suddenly, as if Haitang had just woken up. "It's in my purse~"

Xiao Mingxuan looked at the purse she had thrown aside, stood up and took it. Just as she was about to look for a hangover remedy, her hand was suddenly pricked by something sharp.

When I opened it, I saw a golden hairpin.

The Queen Mother's golden hairpin.

There is a square handkerchief at the bottom of the purse, with a crabapple flower showing at the corner.

Is this his handkerchief?

Maybe he wiped the little girl's hands one time and forgot to take them back.

Xiao Mingxuan held the handkerchief and looked at it quietly, his head lowered, his expression unclear.

Xihe waited and waited but the hangover medicine didn't come. He turned his head in annoyance, but stopped talking when he saw the handkerchief.

"Aren't you looking for a hangover remedy? Why did you take it out?" Xihe remembered that she had folded this handkerchief into small pieces and placed it at the bottom of her purse. She would not take it out easily, and few people would notice it unless someone was paying attention.

"Why do you keep this handkerchief?" Although Xiao Mingxuan was not rich, he still had quite a few silk handkerchiefs, and he couldn't remember if he had one more or one less.

After drinking too much, Xihe's head started to hurt. When the cold wind blew, the headache became even worse. In a trance, she seemed to hear Xiao Mingxuan ask something, but her mind was unable to think. She mumbled in a daze, "Besides the hairpin, this is all I have."

Xihe suddenly felt very wronged, but then she thought she was being very pretentious.

What's there to be sad about? It's not her who has been gone for ten years.

Xiao Mingxuan held the handkerchief in his hand for a long time without saying a word.

Xihe thought she might have really drunk too much, so like a turtle, she cautiously stuck her head out, but shrank back when she encountered a storm.

"Xiao Mingxuan, I once had a dream. I dreamed that you were very young." The cold wind blew, and Xihe couldn't help but shiver, and his mind became slightly clear.

"How old were you?"

"About three years old."

In the winter of the second year after Xiao Mingxuan left, Xihe fell ill for a rare time. Emperor Jingyuan almost went crazy with worry. He called in famous doctors from all over the world to treat Xihe, but no matter how much medicine she took, her fever could not be reduced. Finally, she had a fever for three whole days before she slowly woke up.

It was during those three days that Xihe met the three-year-old Xiao Mingxuan.

His mother is still alive and his mother's family is still prosperous. Although he is not favored by Emperor Beili, he is still as precious as gold and jade.

It was that dream that made Xihe give up her idea.

There has never been absolute empathy in this world. If he were in someone else's shoes, Xihe guessed that he would be even more ruthless than Xiao Mingxuan.

"When I was three?" Xiao Mingxuan's memories of that time were already very vague. He only vaguely remembered a few scenes of interacting with his mother. If it weren't for the preserved painting, he would have almost forgotten what his mother looked like. "You hadn't come to Tianshuo at that time, and the Sixth Princess hadn't been born yet."