Azi snuggled into his arms and said, "I dreamt of... a pack of hungry wolves, they..." Azi swallowed hard, her eyes filled with fear.
Di Jingcheng cupped her small face in his hands, saw the fear in her eyes, and gently kissed her cheek: "Don't be afraid, your husband is here, and those who hurt you will be punished."
"A pack of hungry wolves are devouring me, Consort Mu." After saying this, Azi trembled even more as she recalled the horrifying and bloody scene in her dream. Di Jingcheng was shocked, but still held her gently.
Why would Azi dream of these things? He had just given orders to do so. Could it be that everyone who had hurt her would appear in her dreams? Wouldn't that be too torturous for her? Fortunately, most of the old people and events that could provoke her have already been dealt with.
He just ordered the Cold Palace to be demolished.
"My darling is talking nonsense. Mu Shi is staying outside the palace right now. Do you remember, my darling? I already deposed her before."
Azi nodded: "Yes, maybe I'm just overthinking things, that's why I'm having nightmares."
"I will have the imperial physician come and take a look tomorrow. My husband will accompany you to overcome this nightmare."
"You're so good." Azi kissed the corner of his mouth tenderly, the fear in her eyes gone, replaced by affection and gratitude.
Di Jingcheng held her and kissed her for a while, then found that the little one in his arms had fallen asleep in a daze. He chuckled softly with affection, "What a little darling."
The night was eerily quiet.
The next day at court, both the Grand Secretary's office and Minister Li requested leave. Emperor Jingcheng asked a few perfunctory questions, then proceeded to discuss state affairs with the other ministers as usual.
The Grand Secretary's residence was in complete chaos. This wasn't the first time Mu Wanyu had disappeared in the middle of the night, but the two masters were still clueless. The Grand Secretary had fainted several times from crying, and the doctor and servants surrounded his bedside.
With red eyes, Li Li slid down to sit in the corner by the door of the Grand Scholar's room. His face was weathered, and his clothes were disheveled. He grabbed his hair with both hands and kept hitting his head, asking, "Who is it? Who is it?"
He appeared to be in a daze, and the servants had no time to pay attention to him.
Suddenly he stood up, as if he had thought of something, and ran outside.
"Young Master! Young Master!" The steward saw him run out and looked anxious. He tried to call him back, as he was the only one in charge of the household.
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