Chapter 11 Nightmare That night, Mu Xue had a dream. …

That night, Muxue had a dream.

The air was thick with fog, the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and crows flew over the dead vines, their cries were shrill.

She walked barefoot on the rough tiles, but she didn't feel the cold at all. The servants on both sides held her arms tightly, making her unable to move at all.

The crying of the child gradually faded away, shouting "Mom, save me!"

Like falling into an icy cave.

Mu Xue suddenly opened her eyes, gasped loudly, and her body trembled.

"Princess? Is the princess in a state of nightmare?"

Rong'er, who was on guard in the hall, jumped up and hurriedly lit a candle.

The brocade curtain was opened, and the dim orange-red candlelight was dancing in the wind, and Mu Xue's shadow was cast diagonally.

It turned out to be a dream.

She breathed a sigh of relief, but was still frightened.

The maid who was on night watch outside saw the light and hurried over, bringing a bowl of warm honey water. Fearing that the master would be thirsty at night, the coal stove under the eaves outside had been kept on, and it came in handy now.

Mu Xue held the honey water and drank most of it in one breath, and her consciousness gradually became clear.

Why did I have such a dream? She wondered. Deep down in her heart, was she afraid of such a future?

Probably, what's the point of marrying a princess? When they are on good terms, it's all harmonious and lively, but if it really comes to the time of war, for example, if Mobei suddenly goes crazy like Khalkha, what will the situation be like?

Wu Sangui was once the King of Pingxi who was highly regarded by the Qing court!

Before she traveled through time, Mu Xue's knowledge of the history of this period of the Qing Dynasty was limited to novels and TV dramas that were entangled with the princes. She knew that the crown prince would be deposed, that the next emperor would be the fourth prince Yinzhen, that Yongzheng's favorite concubine was Nian, and that Niukulu gave birth to Qianlong. She didn't even know the fate of Kangxi's daughters, her current sisters - the novels and TV dramas she had watched only treated them as a background at best.

As for terms like Junggar and Khalkha in the northern desert, she had never cared about them. It was not until she traveled through time that she had a vague impression of that distant grassland. Therefore, she had no idea what the situation in the northern desert would be like in the next few decades, and she had no chance of foreknowledge.

It's like facing a moonless and starless mountain road, with nothing but the unfathomable darkness. You don't know where the road ahead will lead, and if you take a wrong step, you will fall into the abyss.

The bloody example of Princess Kechun is right before her eyes. Can she, Princess Kejing, fully guarantee that everything will go smoothly and everything will go well for her?

If she really had a child with Dorji many years later and encountered a similar incident, would Kangxi be able to take action against her grandson? What would her situation be like?

The answer is self-evident.

She tightened her grip around the bowl, feeling a chill in her heart.

No, Mobei must not be in chaos!

Calm down, Muxue, take a deep breath, a deep breath, I won’t let this happen.

She comforted herself in her heart, and her wildly beating heart gradually calmed down.

Unlike Princess Kechun who was in Beijing, she was going to the countryside, which was her advantage. The grasslands seemed to still have the tradition of women participating in politics. As long as she handled it properly and controlled the situation in Mobei, she could nip problems in the bud.

Mu Xue pondered for a moment and made up her mind.

"Princess, it's still some time before dawn, why don't you rest for a while?" Rong Er advised, "The servants are all guarding you in the house. The presence of people can calm down the nightmare."

Mu Xue's fingertips rubbed the white porcelain bowl and said:

"Go and call the Prince Consort."

In the dark night, her eyes were as bright as stars: "Just say - say I had a nightmare and was very scared."

Dorji came in a hurry, without even putting on his outer robe, and was still wearing his inner clothes for sleeping.

He was awakened in the middle of the night and said that the princess had a nightmare, was very scared and wanted to see him.

Dorji did not suspect anything, he lifted the quilt and rushed to the princess's bedroom.

This was his second time here, except for the night of his wedding. The bright red decorations that symbolized joy had been removed and replaced with other colors.

The curtain under the candlelight was a dark green that was almost black and slightly dim.

The fourth princess sat curled up on the edge of the bed, covered with a goose yellow quilt, her long satin-like hair draped over her shoulders, looking pitiful.

Hearing the noise, she raised her eyes slightly, and seeing that it was him, she stood up, without even putting on her embroidered shoes, and threw herself directly into his arms.

Dorji subconsciously opened his arms, and when he really embraced the princess and smelled the fragrance of her hair, his body stiffened slightly. Since he became an adult, he had never been so close to any woman.

A few strands of the princess' hair brushed against his face, making him feel itchy.

He could hear his heart beating wildly and unconsciously tightened his arms around her, but then he loosened his arms because he was afraid of strangling her.

Seeing this, the maids quietly withdrew, leaving the inner room to the two of them.

In his arms, the princess' body was still trembling slightly.

It turned out that he was frightened by the nightmare.

He said lovingly, "Don't be afraid, Princess. It was just a dream. Turn your pillow over when you sleep, and you won't have nightmares anymore."

The princess' voice was muffled: "Well, but I'm still a little scared. How could I have such a dream."

"What did you dream about? Dreams are always the opposite of what they used to be."

She slightly distanced herself from him, raised her eyes and looked at him steadily: "I dreamed that many years later, Khalkha and the Qing court were on the verge of a war, just like the situation with Dzungar, and then...you all wanted to sacrifice me."

When she heard these two words, Mu Xue really shuddered.

This was the thing that she feared deep in her heart. There was no sign of her child. Although she felt sorry for Princess Kechun's experience, it was far less than her worry about her own life.

In a sense, she was not even as well off as Princess Kechun, who lived in the capital city, under the watchful eye of Emperor Kangxi, and at least her life was safe.

However, Mu Xue - if there really came a day when she was under the enemy's nose, she would become Wu Yingxiong, the prince of Pingxi who was trapped in the capital during the Three Feudatories Rebellion.

At that time, they would have to be killed. And not just her, but her wet nurse, Rong'er, Zhao Ma and other followers, none of them could escape, they would all die.

Now, the young man who is holding her in his warm arms may cry and say sorry and say that he will repay her kindness in the next life, but he will still raise the long knife stained with tears and cut off her head.

Mu Xue clutched Dorji's collar tightly, stared at him intently, and asked:

"It was just a dream, wasn't it?"

Suddenly it became quiet, as quiet as death.

Several palace lanterns were swaying in the cold wind.

The lights flickered red, and their shadows seemed so close, yet so far away.

Dorji looked at her deeply.

His thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his eye sockets, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

The next moment, he knelt on one knee and said in a clear voice:

"In the presence of the Eternal Heaven, I, Dunduobu Dorji, swear that I will never betray the Qing Dynasty. If I break this oath, I will be condemned by both humans and gods and will be executed!"

Will the oath last forever?

Mu Xue actually didn’t quite believe it, because human hearts are fickle, whether it’s the love between men and women, or the love of parents for their children.

But at this moment, after this test, she at least understood that Mobei had absolutely no intention of rebelling at the moment.

That's enough.

She still has time to plan slowly.

Lowering her eyes in deep thought, Mu Xue raised her head and said in a casual manner, "Well, this makes me feel at ease."

Dorji curled the corner of his mouth, stood up, and without saying a word, gently turned over Muxue's pillow.

Under the pillow was the silver knife he had given her.

Dorji turned his head and looked back, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. He just put the pillow away in silence.

"Please rest in peace, Princess," he said, taking a step back. "I'll take my leave."

When he turned around to leave, his sleeve was gently pulled.

Mu Xue's voice rang out: "It's so late and cold outside, Prince Consort, please rest here."

She added: "After all, we are still newlyweds."

The candlelight went out, Muxue lay on her side on the inside, and Dorji continued to sleep on the outside.

She didn't sleep, and he didn't sleep either. They both knew it, but pretended not to know.

The four words "sleeping in the same bed, but dreaming different dreams" clearly emerged in Muxue's mind.

Maybe he dislikes her a little?

It didn't matter, she didn't live on his love. Like her or hate her, as long as she was Kangxi's daughter, he had to treat her with courtesy.

That's fine, she thought.

Compared to a prince consort who seemed to like her a little, she felt more at ease with a prince consort who treated her with respect.

Her thoughts turned to her own affairs. After the spring, she would set off for Mobei. She only had a few days in Beijing, so she had to take advantage of this free time to do some things that needed to be done.