Yu Jingchen knew she had reservations and was hesitant to speak, so he took the initiative to ask her, "What do you want to say?"
Nan Zhiyun moved her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then called out, "Your Majesty..."
"Hmm?" Yu Jingchen responded softly.
But Nan Zhiyun looked at Yu Jingchen, unsure of what to say, or perhaps more likely, too afraid to speak.
"What do you want to say? If you don't say it now, I won't have time to listen to you later," Yu Jingchen said, sitting down beside him.
"No..." Nan Zhiyun anxiously tugged at Yu Jingchen's sleeve.
"So what are you trying to say?" Yu Jingchen asked in a softer voice.
Nan Zhiyun looked cautiously at Yu Jingchen, unable to say anything.
"Just say what you want to say," Yu Jingchen said, now showing much more patience.
"Your concubine..." Nan Zhiyun finally managed to speak, but she hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.
This time, Yu Jingchen didn't force her to speak. He just quietly watched her, waiting for her to speak on her own.
"I feel like I haven't woken up yet..." Nan Zhiyun finally finished speaking a complete sentence.
"Your Majesty, I have had many dreams, but none have ever felt more unreal than this one," Nan Zhiyun continued.
“Dreams are indeed not real, but this is not a dream. Weren’t you just crying out in pain? If you were dreaming, why would you feel pain?” Yu Jingchen said to her.
"But it really hurts in my dreams, it hurts so much." Nan Zhiyun's tears hung in the corners of her eyes, about to fall but not yet, her watery eyes were heartbreaking.
"Your Majesty, in my dreams, will you smile at me like you did when I was a child? When I was little, you didn't like to smile, but when you smiled, the flowers that were planted in my heart bloomed..." Nan Zhiyun said absentmindedly.
“Those flowers… were planted by His Majesty, but they haven’t bloomed in a long time. Today they seem to have bloomed again…” Nan Zhiyun’s expression was as if she had returned to a long time ago, when Nan Zhiyun was still the most noble lady in the capital.
No noble lady in the entire capital could compare to her, not even princesses or duchesses. Yu Jingchen, on the other hand, was an adopted son under the Empress's name. At that time... a young man should have been carefree, but he possessed a depth beyond his years.
Their lives should have been worlds apart, but they were intertwined. Nan Zhiyun remembered... but unfortunately, things are really different now.
"Your Majesty... I haven't seen flowers bloom in a long time. I saw them in my dream today, and I am overjoyed." Nan Zhiyun's tone seemed to be drawn out, giving people a sense of remoteness.
Yu Jingchen fell silent. The two gazed at each other in the candlelight, when suddenly the candlelight crackled and popped, as if truly disturbing this tranquil dream.
"It's getting late, let's get some rest." Yu Jingchen didn't continue the topic or give any further response.
Nan Zhiyun lowered her eyes, concealing the fleeting loneliness in them: "So, even in your dreams, His Majesty dislikes his concubines?"
"Don't talk nonsense, go and rest." Yu Jingchen didn't want to continue this topic.
But just as he turned around, Yu Jingchen felt a force grabbing his sleeve; it was Nan Zhiyun.
"Is there anything else?" Yu Jingchen turned to ask her.
"In my dream, may Your Majesty hold me again? Just a gentle touch, please?" Nan Zhiyun pleaded humbly.
The author is not in a good state today, in fact, it's quite bad. Please allow me to be lazy today. I'll try my best to make it up to everyone with five updates tomorrow.
————————Just a heads-up, there will be a major heart-wrenching scene between the male and female leads (not caused by a misunderstanding), or it might not be that bad, but... so be prepared! Thank you all lastly...
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