Ye Zhen was curious about who this woman was and why he would have such a dream.

These stone tablets and statues are likely related to the deceased. Soldiers who died in the Battle of Daejeon were buried together with their deceased loved ones, and a separate tombstone was erected to record the date and number of those who died.

According to Xie Tingzhou, the true heir of the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery was buried in a huge burial pit with the soldiers who died in battle, sharing a common tombstone.

The huge stone tablet in the dream should also be a tombstone. Ye Zhen recognized the four characters "Revolutionary Martyrs" embossed on it in gold lettering, and guessed that the densely packed small characters below were the names of the victims.

Based on what the woman said, these were likely her comrades who had sacrificed their lives.

Ye Zhen didn't know which country this was, but judging from the woman's clothing and the surrounding environment, he could tell it wasn't Da Yuan.

But those who are commemorated with monuments are heroes, and this woman must be one of them.

Looking at her upright posture, Ye Zhen thought of his mother, Ye Jinghong.

She was very curious and wanted to get closer to see the woman's face, to see what a woman who was a hero like her mother looked like.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break through the barrier. Just as she was channeling her inner strength to try and break through the barrier, Ye Zhen was pulled away from the dream.

I opened my eyes to the familiar bed curtains in the dim light.

Ye Zhen woke up.

Her head throbbed with pain, and her eyes felt sore and burning, as if she had caught a cold.

Ye Zhen blinked, squeezed out a few tears to moisten her eyes, and then patted her head as she sat up in bed.

There was immediate movement on the footstool.

Yinyue's voice rang out, "Miss, why are you awake? Are you feeling unwell?"

As they spoke, they brought hot water to the bedside.

Ye Zhen glanced at the pitch-black sky outside, took a sip, and asked her, "Why didn't you go to sleep?"

She rarely required her maids to stand guard in the room at night.

Yinyue said worriedly, "This servant is worried that if Miss saw those things during the day, she will have nightmares at night."

So she held the blanket and stayed by Ye Zhen's bedside.

Ye Zhen smiled and said, "I'm fine."

Having killed so many people, how could he be frightened by the execution of his enemy?

She did have a dream, but it wasn't a nightmare.

Thinking of what he saw in his dream, Ye Zhen frowned slightly.

The first time she entered a nightmare was when she saw Yin Yue and the others' emotions fluctuating too much. Today, while observing the execution, her heart was also unsettled.

Could this dream also be caused by my own emotions?

But the dream I had last time happened in my past life. The scene in this dream is so unfamiliar that it must be unrelated to my past life.

But why would I dream about something completely unrelated?

Ye Zhen's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

The people in the nunnery, including Yin Yue, were all people he cared about.

Could it be that the woman in my dream is also related to me, which is why I dreamt about her?

And the words in my dream were the same as those in my mother's notes. How could it be such a coincidence?

Ye Zhen had only ever seen this kind of writing on her mother's handwritten notes.

She immediately got out of bed and put on her shoes.

Could the woman in my dream be my mother?

Both were sunk into the swamp; if the master survived, the mother might not necessarily perish.

The world is full of wonders, and Ye Zhen knows that he is just a tiny grain of sand in this vast world.

But she had a gut feeling that she wouldn't dream about things that weren't related to her.

She needs to go find her master.

The master knew his mother better than she did.

Seeing that she got up in the middle of the night, Yin Yue hurriedly asked, "Miss, what's wrong?"

As Ye Zhen dressed, he replied, "I'm going to find my master."

“Miss, it’s the middle of the night. Master must be asleep by now. If you’re afraid, I’ll stay with you. I won’t sleep.”

Ye Zhen knew she had misunderstood, and explained, "Yinyue, I hate Shu Liuniang and the others to the bone. Seeing them die, I only felt pleasure, not fear. I have other matters to discuss with my master, so don't worry."

Seeing that she didn't seem to be lying, Yin Yue felt relieved and said, "I'll go with you."

As a result, Yin Jiuniang, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up by her two apprentices.

She opened her eyes and looked at the two people sitting at the foot of the bed, and said quietly, "Luckily, Master didn't do anything wrong, otherwise he would have been scared to death by the two of you."

"Speak up, what do you want from me in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"

Ye Zhen lay down beside her. "Master, I had a strange dream."

Yin Jiuniang knew that she had gone to watch the execution during the day. Seeing living people being sliced ​​into bones, no matter how brave one was, would still leave a shadow in one's heart.

He assumed that Ye Zhen's dream was related to what happened during the day, so he put his hand through her neck and embraced her.

He then spread out his other arm and looked at Yinyue.

Yin Yue chuckled and rested her head on Yin Jiu Niang's arm.

When she and Wanxing were little, they often followed their mistress into their master's bed, and Yinyue also missed her master's embrace very much.

Yin Jiuniang put her arms around one of them and patted them gently, while saying rudely, "You're all grown up now, aren't you ashamed? Tell me, what dream did you have?"

Ye Zhen then recounted what he had seen in his dream and looked up at Yin Jiu Niang.

“Master, I remember you said that my mother traveled extensively in her youth and was very knowledgeable.”

As you have said, besides countries like Da Yuan, Dong Wu, and Cang Lang, there are many other individual countries in this world.

Do you think it's possible that Mother is still alive, but living in another country, and she can't find her way home, or has forgotten the way?

Yin Yue already knew Ye Zhen's true identity. Upon hearing her words, she raised her head and stared intently at Yin Jiu Niang.

Yin Jiuniang dreamed that Ye Jinghong was alive, but how could she be sure that she was still alive based on just one dream?

I don't want my two little ones to have too high expectations and be disappointed in the future.

He pressed their heads back onto his arms, saying, "Zhen'er's thinking isn't without reason."

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