Opening her eyes, He Yue stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar tent ceiling. Still feeling groggy, she stretched and sat up.

Noticing she was hungry, she turned around and saw that the sun was already high in the sky outside. She called out cheerfully, "Hailan!"

"Oh, Madam, you're awake?" A familiar voice came from outside, and Hailan stepped forward to lift the curtain.

He Yue was taken aback when she saw Hai Lan in front of her.

Hailan is still the same Hailan, but why has she aged so much? The girl who was once a teenager is now a woman in her thirties, with more wrinkles on her face, more melancholy between her brows, and her once cheerful smile is gone.

Something's not right.

Heyue blinked and stared blankly at her, which aroused the other's confusion and worry: "Madam, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" As she spoke, she reached out to touch her forehead.

My mind jolted awake, and I suddenly realized something, my gaze abruptly shifting to the window.

The sun was shining brightly; it was clearly noon.

She remembered that it was evening before she fell asleep, so how did she wake up at noon?

Furthermore, it was clearly autumn before I fell asleep, with fallen leaves outside and lush green trees now, but it was hardly autumn at all.

He Yue turned to Hai Lan, her mind a complete blank. What was going on? She had only taken a nap; how could such a drastic change have occurred?

"You are... Hailan?" Heyue asked hesitantly.

Hailan looked surprised: "Madam, don't you recognize me? I am Hailan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed, and he called out urgently, "Yu Ying, come quickly and see if there's anything wrong with the Fujin?"

Yu Ying? He Yue didn't react for a moment. Wasn't Yu Ying at the Yongjun Prince's Mansion? Why was she calling for Yu Ying?

However, the next moment, Heyue saw Yuying, who should have been in the Yongjun Prince's Mansion, lift the bamboo curtain of Xiangfei and rush in, looking anxious: "What's wrong with the Princess Consort? She was fine just now?"

He Yue stared blankly at Yu Ying, who looked more than ten years older than when they last met. Apart from the concern on her face, which was just as it had been when Yu Ying was still alive, everything else was different.

Listening to their chatter, Yu Ying touched He Yue's forehead and frowned in confusion: "She's not sick, but the Fujin does seem a bit off. Why is she so dazed? But the people outside are very snobbish, and I'm afraid they won't easily let a doctor in. Fine, I'll go and beg them myself. I must find a doctor no matter what."

Hailan nodded solemnly: "Then you should go quickly, I will take care of the Fujin."

Yu Ying was in a hurry to leave.

He Yue sighed, realizing that Yu Ying in her dream was still so loyal to her. Could it be that she still cared about Yu Ying? Otherwise, why would she dream of her?

Yes, Heyue took it all as a dream; otherwise, how could she explain all this strangeness?

But this dream was too real. Moreover, as the Thirteenth Prince's wife, who was extremely favored, how could she dream that she was so destitute that she had to beg for help even for a maid to find her a doctor?

Or did I learn to be prepared for danger even in times of peace?

He Yue laughed.

Even if it was a dream, there was no need for them to worry about me, so Heyue said, "I'm fine, there's no need to call a doctor."

The two men turned around in surprise, exchanged a glance, breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded: "It's good that the Princess Consort is alright."

He Yue originally wanted to ask Thirteen, but thinking that the court should still be in session by now, she didn't.

I just felt a bit unwell, much worse than usual, so I suggested going for a walk outside.

Hailan and Yuying readily agreed, helped her get dressed, and then escorted her out of the room.

Suddenly facing the blazing sun overhead, which was a bit dazzling, Heyue raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sunlight. Yuying spoke up from the side, "The princess is weak and can't stand such heat. Please sit for a while and then go back."

He Yue found it amusing; she knew her own body well enough not to be weak. And now, being in a dream, she was even less worried about getting tired.

But he agreed verbally.

He glanced at Hailan and Yuying's hair in buns and casually asked, "Are you married?"

I remember Hailan said she would never marry in this life, but in the end she still married someone in her dream. Yuying was the same. There was no Yongjunwang in her dream, so Heyue naturally had no resentment towards her.

Hailan nodded: "Doesn't the Fujin remember this either? It was you who arranged this marriage for us."

Seeing the smile on her face, it seemed that she was doing well, but the melancholy between her brows still lingered.

Judging from their clothes and the clothes of others, one can tell that life here must not be very good.

I don't know what happened to Thirteen in my dream, but why is this place so dilapidated, with the whole courtyard looking like it hasn't been tended to for a long time.

For He Yue, who had been pampered since childhood and was spoiled by Thirteen after marriage, and who couldn't bear the slightest grievance, this kind of life was something she had never imagined since coming into this world, and she couldn't endure it.

Apart from Hailan and Yuying, there was no one else in the courtyard. It was deserted and quiet, and they probably didn't bother to clean it. So Heyue didn't force them.

Yu Ying placed a handkerchief on the stone bench in the courtyard, sat down peacefully, and gently fanned herself with a worn-out round fan.

This body is indeed a bit weak; it gets unbearably hot in just a short while, sweating profusely and feeling weak all over.

Why would I have such a dream? And it's been so long, I still haven't woken up.

He Yue muttered to herself, puzzled.

Just then, a person strode in from outside the courtyard. He had a tall and slender figure, a familiar face, and a hint of barely suppressed joy on his face.

He Yue was stunned.

Thirteen, a middle-aged man, is really... well, no matter how down on his luck he is, he still has to take care of his appearance, right?

How long has it been since he shaved? His robe is also a faded light blue color; he doesn't look like a prince at all. He's clearly a down-on-his-luck swordsman.

Why is he called a swordsman? It's because he's holding a sword upright behind his back, and despite his somewhat disheveled appearance, he's undeniably heroic.

The closer the other person got, the more stiff the smile on her face became, until it gradually disappeared. She stared blankly at the approaching figure, her hand holding the fan clenched tightly. Some memory broke through her mind, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time.

Thirteen walked up to her, picked her up, spun her around, then put her down. He took her hand and placed it on his face, unable to hide his smile: "Princess Consort, do you know? I'm so happy! Today I finally saw Fourth Brother. Fourth Brother said he would ask Father Emperor to release me. Father Emperor is gradually forgiving me. Before long, we will be free again!"

He Yue looked at his eyes, which were full of joy, but she couldn't feel happy at all. She looked up at him, as if trying to see something, but was ultimately disappointed.

She couldn't possibly mistake the person in front of her. After all, she knew Thirteen all too well. Although the eyebrows and the person were very similar, it was definitely not her Thirteen.

She was very familiar with the person in front of her, having seen him several times in her dreams and leaving a deep impression.

Although she has become more cheerful, she will not make mistakes.

What's going on? She panicked.