Further on, there are pavilions and waterside terraces, cascading waterfalls, and mountains like emerald screens. Peonies and roses bloom gracefully, while banana trees and pine groves reveal glimpses of secluded beauty.
As Zhu Jiayu walked forward, two young men suddenly approached from the opposite direction.
A short man wearing a dark blue robe with a dark floral pattern was talking to a boy beside him, his eyes crinkling with laughter.
A man wearing a pine-green robe with auspicious cloud patterns, with sparse eyebrows and eyes, listened attentively to the blue-robed youth, but his expression was not warm; instead, it was rather aloof.
Zhu Jiayu stepped aside, but couldn't help glancing at him a few more times.
I felt like I recognized him, but I couldn't quite place where I had seen him before.
The tall, handsome young man resembled a beautiful woman, but he was not effeminate; rather, he was delicate and refined, like a lotus rising gracefully from the water or a green bamboo standing tall at the foot of a mountain.
His eyebrows resembled distant mountains, his lips were pale and thin, and he walked with a graceful and steady gait, exuding a unique air of composure and tranquility that set him apart from others.
The two talked for a while before stopping, and it was then that they noticed Zhu Jiayu, who had stepped aside.
The shorter boy smiled and asked the maid beside her, "This lady looks unfamiliar. May I ask which household you belong to?"
The maidservant curtsied and said, "Young master, she is Madam Ning's niece from her maternal family. She accompanied Madam Ning to the mansion today to visit her."
The young man then bowed and said, "So you are Sister Zhu. My surname is Xi, and my given name is Huan. You can call me A-Huan."
The boy beside him also bowed and said calmly, "My surname is Jiang, you can call me A-Xing, sister."
After speaking, Jiang Shaoxing looked at the girl in front of him with a faint expression, his hand hidden in his sleeve gradually tightening.
He had seen her many times.
In my dream.
No one knew that from the age of twelve, he rarely had peaceful nights, always having long dreams. The scenarios in his dreams varied, but no matter how he tossed and turned, there was always a beautiful woman making him embroidered sachets, clothes, and steamed cakes. But no matter the scenario, the ending was always the same—
Dressed in plain clothes, he mingled among countless ordinary people, looking up at the woman on the city wall. She drew a soldier's longsword and exclaimed:
"Before entering the capital, my family was destroyed and my relatives were killed. After entering the capital, my relatives left. Now, throughout the capital, the only ones who have truly treated me are the Jiang family. I hope that after my death, the general will consider what I have done today and treat the censor and his wife, as well as the young master of the Jiang family, well. If so, Zhu Jiayu will die without regret."
After she finished speaking, she slit her own throat with her sword, and like a butterfly, she fell from the city wall to the ground...
After waking up, he would often stare blankly at the top of the tent, his eyes bloodshot.
Ah Xing, that's what the woman in his dream called him too.
As he thought this, a faint smile gradually appeared in his eyes.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Jiayu was slightly taken aback. After smiling at Xi Huan, she looked at the young man surnamed Jiang and asked hesitantly, "Is your father Imperial Censor Jiang?"
P.S.: Ah Xing is not reborn, nor does he possess memories of his past life. As for his dreams, family members can consider them as his obsession. _(:3」∠)_
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