Que Guanghuai, shocked and frightened, withdrew his hand and jumped far away.
"You...you...what are you?"
"..."
The young girl slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with an overwhelming sorrow. She gazed silently at Que Guanghuai, a single tear sliding down her bright eyes. "Your Highness, when you were fourteen, you told the ten-year-old Princess Mu Liuguang of Qinghe that you wanted to marry her and make her the Crown Princess of Donglin. For the next five years, you sent her various rare antiques every year, and on her birthday, you specially traveled to Qinghe to celebrate with her..."
However, in the fifth year, Mu Liuguang came of age. Prince Linhuai did not appear, nor did he send a single word. From then on, there was no news of Que Linhuai. Mu Liuguang was forced by her father and mother to marry someone else—the ruler of a powerful nation, someone with the power to set foot in her small Qinghe Kingdom.
Mu Liuguang refused, so the man issued a decree: either the country would perish, or the princess would die. Her parents and brothers, deeply loving their daughter and sister, did not want to harm her, so they prepared for war with the intention of dying together with her.
Mu Liuguang waited, waiting for the man who said he would marry her, waiting for him to take her away, but Mu Liuguang never saw him again… Two days later, in the desolate night, she committed suicide in front of the palace gate, her blood staining the city wall. She thought death would sever her obsession, but who knew she would become a ghost, a ghost that could roam the world.
Three years later, Mu Liuguang learned that two months before her coming-of-age ceremony, Que Linhuai had been ordered to lead troops into battle and died on the battlefield; his body was never found. His body was probably… probably devoured by wild animals. She was overcome with grief, her cries echoing through the heavens.
“Since you are unwilling to admit it, and she is not a shameless person, then… then I will take my leave.”
The girl's voice was intermittent, and no matter how hard Que Guanghuai tried to concentrate, he couldn't hear it clearly.
He fainted again, and when he woke up, Que Guanghuai found his friends surrounding him in a circle. Heads were close together, their eyes fixed on him as if admiring a rare object.
Que Guanghuai suddenly snapped back to reality, "A ghost? Where's the ghost? Where did that ghost go? A female ghost! Where did she go!"
Qian Bolun said, "What the hell? Lao Que, are you stupid? No way, how could you trip and fall on the cable car and end up with a brain injury... Never mind, you never had a brain anyway."
Normally, Que Guanghuai would have retorted and argued back, but this time he was unusually quiet.
He lowered his head, staring blankly at his right hand that had passed through the girl's body.
How could this be...? Is it just my imagination? Or a dream?
Why does it feel so real...?
No, that's not right! He was definitely on the cable car just now!
"We, we're going to take the cable car..." Before he could finish the sentence, Que Guanghuai realized that they were sitting in the hexagonal pavilion by the Aurora River, a place for resting and enjoying the breeze.
Song Wenzhi sighed, his tone full of sympathy: "Old Que, you kept saying you wanted to ride the cable car, but when we got inside, you were lying in the corner all by yourself 'sleeping'. It's so pitiful."
Que Guanghuai was completely bewildered by their explanation.
"No, what I mean is... I think I just saw a female ghost. No, no, let me think back to what I just said. I got to the cable car entrance and found that you were all gone. So I thought I'd ride around by myself first. But after I got on the cable car, I was the only one in the car. Then, the cable car I was in broke and fell into the Aurora River, where I met a female ghost who called herself a princess... and she even called me something like Princess Linhuai. Did any of you encounter her?"
"Hahaha, Lao Que, you've been reading too many romance novels."
"Weren't you with us the whole time? Oh dear, it must have been a dream you had while you were unconscious."
If it weren't for the pills given by Brother Yan, they would have sent Que Guanghuai to the hospital emergency room long ago.
"..."
The boy pursed his lips, his brows furrowed.
Was it really his dream?
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