Chapter 122 What did His Highness dream about?
Dongfang Qi's thoughts were a little confused at first, but when he lowered his eyes and saw the watery eyes of the woman in his arms, all his rationality and cognition disappeared.
He forgot that he was the Crown Prince of Qi and forgot what happened in the Red Shadow Land.
I only remember that my name is Azhuo, and I am the emperor's beloved and the most favored man in Yun Palace.
Holding her soft body, he gently pressed her temples. That familiar touch seemed to have been repeated thousands of times.
He also advised as he did before: "Your Majesty always gets a splitting headache after killing someone. Why do you still kill people?"
The empress in his arms closed her eyes and asked, "You don't want me to kill anyone?"
"I just don't want to see Your Majesty suffer from a headache."
"Once all those evil people are killed, I will listen to Ah Zhuo and stop killing people."
Suddenly, the scene shifted to the bedroom.
Soft silver-red gauze fell like waves, and between the layers, the overlapping figures in the tent were looming.
Ah Zhuo's slender fingers gently stroked her red lips, and he whispered, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Each sound tugged at a dull ache in my heart, like I'd lost something, yet also like I'd never had it before. Before his fingertips left her, he leaned over to cover that soft spot, his scorching heat and irresistible strength crushing their breaths in the interwoven silver and red light.
When the love is deep, the woman in his arms also responds wholeheartedly.
The breeze blew the soft gauze, the stars suddenly appeared, and the room was filled with tenderness.
Between the gaps of lips and teeth, amidst the confused and infatuated entanglement, a whisper escaped: "Zhuohua..."
In an instant, the starlight faded and the tenderness faded away.
He suddenly pushed the person in his arms away, his eyes filled with resentment: "Your Majesty, what did you call me for?"
The woman in front of him had long black hair and the blush on her cheeks had not faded, but her eyes were changing, losing their infatuation and being tinged with a hint of sadness.
She raised her hand, wanting to touch his face.
Ah Zhuo waved her hand away, his voice trembling, "Who do you see through my face? We've been together for so many years, but what does that even mean? Your Majesty, have you ever had Ah Zhuo in your heart?"
The tenderness in her eyes completely faded, leaving only a sarcastic smile: "You should have known this long ago. Ah Zhuo, you have always been just his substitute. If it weren't for him, how do you think you could stay by my side?"
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Beyond the dream, the vast expanse of northern Xinjiang is covered in endless greenery. Mongolian yurts, like newly blossomed white lotus flowers, are scattered across the lush green grass.
In one of the felt tents, Lin Qingyue and Xie Shouzheng were standing beside Dongfang Qishen with worried looks on their faces.
He had been in a coma since leaving the Scarlet Shadow Land. When Lin Qingyue brought him back to the Northern Frontier, she had thought she would let him rest for two days, so that he could wake up once his soul had stabilized.
But now three days have passed, and Dongfang Qi still shows no signs of waking up.
Xie Shouzheng was so anxious that he lost his appetite and couldn't sleep all night, but besides being anxious, he was also confused.
"Deputy Envoy Lin, what on earth did His Highness dream about? Why did he keep mumbling 'Your Majesty, Your Majesty'?"
Lin Qingyue pondered for a moment, then came to a conclusion: "Your Highness might be...missing his father, right? I never thought that he would still be so attached to his father even at such a grown-up level."
Xie Shouzheng said, "That's right. Apart from the Emperor, no one else dares to use the title 'Your Majesty'. But why doesn't Your Highness just call him Father, but Your Majesty like the rest of us?"
Lin Qingyue shook her head: "I don't know."
Xie Shouzheng suddenly exclaimed: "Your Highness is crying!"
Lin Qingyue turned her head and saw two tears slowly oozing from the corners of Dongfang Qi's eyes.
She subconsciously raised her hand to catch it, and the crystal teardrop fell into her palm. When the slightly cool touch spread, her heart trembled slightly - as if the teardrop fell directly into the lake of her heart, spreading out circles of unspeakable sadness.
Xie Shouzheng suddenly burst into tears as well. "Our prince has always been optimistic and has never been a crybaby since childhood. What on earth did he dream about? Why is he so sad? Oh, I'm so heartbroken!"
Lin Qingyue said, "Dreams are born from the heart. What's happening in his dream right now must be something that he will never forget. Why don't you think about it? What's sad about your prince?"
Xie Shouzheng thought for a moment and said, "Your Highness has never been a crybaby since childhood. He only cried during the days when the late Queen passed away. So, Your Highness is... missing your mother?"
Lin Qingyue: “…”
It turns out that Dongfang Qi not only has an Oedipus complex, but also an Oedipus complex.
Xie Shouzheng asked again, "When will Your Highness wake up? It's been three days. If you don't wake up soon, will your brain become stupid? Even if your brain is not stupid, not eating or drinking is not a good thing!"
As he spoke, Xie Shouzheng was overcome with grief and could not help but wipe away his tears again. "My poor prince, please wake up soon. The millet porridge has been simmering on the stove, as well as goat milk and beef. Xiao Hui, I have prepared everything, just waiting for you to wake up and enjoy it."
Suddenly, Lin Qingyue pushed him and said, "Stop wailing! Your Highness seems to be waking up!"
Xie Shouzheng stopped crying suddenly. He looked through his tearful eyes and saw Dongfang Qi's eyes moving gently under his eyelids.
The ink-stained eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and as the eyes slowly opened, there was still a layer of confusion in the dark pupils, and they were fixed on Lin Qingyue's face.
Reality and dreams were entangled in his consciousness, making him confused for a while.
The last scene in her dream was still before her eyes: the magnificent palace collapsed and her figure was swallowed by the sea of fire.
The heartache was as sharp as a torn cloth. He wanted to save her but was powerless. The only thought left was to die in the sea of fire with her.
At this moment, as Lin Qingyue's face gradually became clearer, fragments of past and present lives surged in his heart, and finally condensed into a tear, quietly rolling down the corner of his eye.
He subconsciously raised his hand, his fingertips, with the obsession of penetrating past and present lives, piercing through reality and illusion, wanting to touch her cheek. But before his fingertips could reach her, they were grabbed by a rough hand.
Xie Shouzheng tightly grasped Dongfang Qi's hand and wailed, "Your Highness, you're finally awake! Wuwu... You have no idea how worried and frightened I am, afraid you'd die in your sleep. Wuwu... If anything were to happen to you, I'd be buried with you! I've been your servant in life, and I'll serve you even in death!"
Dongfang Qi was still in a state of confusion and chaos, but was suddenly awakened by the howling, and the dream just now receded like a tide.
He wanted to pull his hand back, but he was too weak to do so and he couldn't get rid of it after struggling for several times.
"Xiao Hui, let go! What a shame to pull like that! Xiao Hui, your snot and tears are all over my hand, let go! Let go now!"
Finally, it was Lin Qingyue who came to the rescue: "Master Xie, didn't you cook the millet porridge? Go and bring it over. If you're late, it might burn the pot."
Only then did Xie Shouzheng remember that his prince was still hungry.
"Your Highness, please wait a moment. I'll bring you something to eat. You must be starving. Fortunately, I'm thoughtful and prepared something."
As he spoke, he wiped away his tears and snot with Dongfang Qi's sleeve, and then ran out of the tent under Dongfang Qi's angry eyes.
Dongfang Qi sighed softly and said to Lin Qingyue, "I'm sorry for embarrassing you."
Lin Qingyue said, "It's nothing, I'm used to it. By the way, what have you been dreaming about these days?"
It would have been better if he hadn't mentioned it. When asked, Dongfang Qi's face suddenly turned red.
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