Chapter 65 How Many Times Have My Soul Been With You in Dreams? "Tell me, is this a dream...?"
Guan Ning, looking worried, pulled the fox down to sit, stroking its little paws as he tentatively asked, "You and that..."
"His name is Tinglan," the fox introduced to her sister with great joy.
"Okay, tell your sister, how did you and Tinglan meet?"
The fox lay sprawled on the ground like a thin, crisp fox pancake, happily exposing its belly. "He offered me snacks as soon as I arrived and played with me. He's so kind."
Guan Ning almost couldn't catch his breath.
Good boy, you've always been free to eat at home, and you've almost eaten the chickens in the backyard to extinction. How could you be tricked into giving away a piece of pastry?
Guan Ning hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but ask again, "So you two are... having an affair?" She uttered those two words with great difficulty.
“Yes.” The fox answered readily, nodding vigorously. He was afraid his sister wouldn’t know what an affair meant, so he added, “It means we used to sleep together every day.”
Guan Ning's eyes widened instantly.
Every day? Are you two really this blatant?
Completely at a loss, she could only ask, "Then...do any other people know?"
If this gets out, how will Ji Qing ever be able to act like a fox again?
The fox shook his head, feigning seriousness. "I already said it's an affair, so it has to be done secretly. We can't let anyone know."
Guan Ning breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up abruptly, sword in hand.
The fox looked up at her blankly.
After spinning around twice in a menacing manner, she turned around and said through gritted teeth, "Alright, wait a moment, I'll teach you a little dream-entering spell, and you can go and settle accounts with him yourself."
The fox immediately sprang to its feet, its eyes wide and its tail held high. "Really? I can see him?"
"Why not?" Guan Ning's lips curled up, and he reached out and gently touched the fox's nose. A warm white halo merged into his body.
Anyway, it's all in my own dream, so I can't lose anything.
She bent down, rubbed the fox's head, and pinched its ears. "When you're in your dream, remember, don't look in the mirror."
The fox asked, bewildered, "Why?"
"Oh, don't ask so many questions."
Because you'll suddenly appear covered in blood, I just want to scare this bastard.
How could someone be so mean as to bully our fox!
Guan Ning chuckled maliciously twice, then turned and waved to Ji Qing, "Go on, and remember to tell your sister how he reacted when you get back. You can also take the opportunity to bully him a little."
The fox nodded obediently, and like a running bench, with its ears twitching, it trotted away.
Hooray, Tinglan! I'm here!
*
The palm seal didn't sleep well tonight, or rather, he's had trouble falling asleep lately. Every morning when he wakes up, there are often tear stains on his soft pillow.
Whenever Tinglan closed his eyes, all he could see in his mind was the image of the little prince, covered in blood, lying limp and lifeless in his arms.
His heart was pounding violently all the time, with no moment of respite. Even now, lying flat on his back, he still felt palpitations and suffocation.
But he was so tired, exhausted, and heartbroken.
Tinglan turned to the side, touched the face of the little prince beside her pillow, silently said goodnight in her heart, and then slowly closed her eyes.
I thought I'd have to wait until dawn again, but this time I fell asleep quickly.
When Tinglan opened her eyes again, she found herself in Changqiu Palace.
The sun was shining brightly outside, a gentle breeze was blowing, and you could faintly hear birds chirping in the branches outside the window.
It was a scene of vibrant spring, warm and gentle.
The young prince, dressed in a light red cloak, bent down in front of him, tilted his head to look at him, and clapped his hands happily when he saw that he was awake, "Yay, it's done."
"Your Highness?" Tinglan straightened up abruptly, his fingers clenched into fists, staring at the person in front of him in disbelief.
"Yes, that's me." The fox happily put his hands on his hips, spun around on the spot, and showed it to Tinglan. "Look, I'm perfectly fine."
Tinglan pounced on the fox and wrapped her arms around its neck.
When he touched the real fox, tears welled up in his eyes, and he murmured to himself, "It was a nightmare, thank goodness."
Tinglan hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to meld the fox into his very bones.
The world became eerily silent, with only his frantic heart pounding in the air.
The little prince is still alive; there couldn't be better.
As if he had just thought of something, Tinglan suddenly released his grip on the fox, bent down slightly, and said in a slightly flustered manner, "I have offended Your Highness."
Let me take a look, just one look.
The fox looked down, puzzled. "What are you looking at?"
Tinglan's fingers trembled as he unbuttoned the fox's layers of collar, revealing the fair skin on his chest.
There was no blood, no wounds.
There was nothing there.
Very good.
Tinglan gasped for breath, his heart brimming with ecstasy. "You know what? I just... had a dream, a dream about you..."
He smiled and looked up.
The light suddenly dimmed, as if someone had blocked the sun; in short, the sunlight seemed to have been swallowed up by something with a gurgling sound.
The young prince before him had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his skin was deathly pale, yet he still tilted his head and asked with great interest, "What kind of dream did you have? What happened to me?"
His chest was soaked with rapidly spreading crimson blood, and a drop of blood seeped through his sleeve, down his fingertips, and onto the ground.
With a drip, a small, bright red flower of blood burst open.
Tinglan blankly released the fox's collar, his eyes filled with despair. "Your Highness?"
He wasn't afraid of the little prince covered in blood in front of him; he was afraid that everything he had experienced before was real.
The fox was completely unaware of what was happening. He was still immersed in the excitement of seeing Tinglan and happily went up to take Tinglan's hand.
Tinglan did not take a step back, but he could barely stand.
The fox was startled and crouched down to help him up. "Are you alright? How did you suddenly fall?"
Tinglan was breathing heavily. When he finally managed to lift his head again, the little prince in front of him had regained his familiar appearance.
Her skin was fair and her eyes were bright and clear.
The clouds that had been blocking the sunlight outside the window seemed to have dispersed, and the sun continued to shine into the room, filling the air with the aroma of chestnut cake.
"It's nothing, I'm probably just hallucinating because I haven't been sleeping well lately." Tinglan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that she really needed to get some rest.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stood up, taking the hand extended by the young prince.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
The fox happily snuggled up to his face and gave him a quick kiss. "It's so good to see you."
Tinglan blushed slightly. "What are you doing in broad daylight, Your Highness?"
The fox chuckled, silently circled behind him, and pushed him toward the bedroom.
"Your Highness... what are you doing?" Tinglan was pressed down onto the couch by the fox, her face flushed.
"Hmph, I'm going to bully you." The wicked fox bent down, lowered his head and gently kissed Tinglan's lips. His hair ornaments jingled, and his long hair cascaded down like a thin curtain.
This was supposed to be a fleeting, brief kiss, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
But Tinglan, with a hazy look in her eyes, reached out and grabbed the fox by the back of its neck, unwilling to end it.
He needs to do something to prove that all the despair he experienced was just a nightmare.
"Isn't Your Highness going to bully me? Is this all you're going to do?"
This is the epitome of being completely infatuated.
Having opened the door to a new world, the fox, who had been lying foolishly in bed, suddenly sat up abruptly, grabbed Tinglan's hand, and said solemnly, "I have something very important, very important to tell you, and you must remember it."
The fox took a deep breath. "I'm not dead. I just lost a life, but I'm not dead. Don't be sad for me."
Tinglan frowned. "What are you saying, Your Highness? Wasn't that a dream? Of course it wasn't real."
After saying this, he was stunned.
Because Tinglan suddenly realized that he had never told the little prince about his dream...
The surroundings were still sunny and warm.
The fox held Tinglan's hand and continued, "I have to leave early so I can come back early. You need to eat well, don't be picky about food, and go to bed early. I'll come back to find you."
"Your Highness?" Tinglan panicked, gripping the fox's hand tightly, unwilling to let go. "Where is Your Highness going?"
"I have to go, because it's almost dawn," the fox said with an apologetic smile.
Behind him, sunlight still streamed through the window, casting dappled golden spots on the ground.
Tinglan suddenly felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
He found that no matter what he did, he couldn't hold the young prince's hand.
The fox forced what it thought was its brightest smile, waved to Tinglan, and said, "I'm leaving now. You must take good care of yourself. Don't be sad, but don't forget to think of me."
"Your Highness!" Tinglan suddenly sat up in bed, drenched in cold sweat and panting heavily.
The first rays of morning sunlight barely pierced through the window, casting a hazy glow that barely allowed one to see the surroundings.
This is... the Directorate of Ceremonial.
Shouldn't he have been at Changqiu Palace just now? How did he end up here?
Tinglan's gaze slowly moved to his pillow. When he saw the little prince lying beside him, he was clearly stunned for a moment, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
What strange dreams does he have all day long?
Tinglan smiled and reached out to touch the little prince's cheek.
It feels cold to the touch, not the body temperature of a living person.
Tinglan's pupils suddenly contracted.
He struggled to get off the bed, rushed to the table, picked up the knife from the fruit plate, and cut his hand.
Does it hurt? Yes, it hurts.
Is there bleeding? Yes, there is bleeding.
Tinglan suddenly lost all her strength, and the silver knife slipped from her fingers and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
He rushed out the door with his bleeding hand, shouting, "Someone, Chen Yu, where are you?"
Chen Yu was eating in the next courtyard when he heard Tinglan call him. He put down his chopsticks and ran over.
"The palm print, what happened?"
Tinglan stared blankly, muttering, "Tell me, is this a dream?"
Chen Yu was stunned.
Tinglan turned around, pointing at everything around her, her eyes bloodshot. "Tell me, is all of this true?"
After a moment, Chen Yu tentatively suggested, "The Chief Secretary is overwhelmed with grief and has been working tirelessly day and night. He should get some rest."
“Grief? What do I have to grieve for?” Tinglan asked, puzzled. “Everything is fine. I have nothing to grieve for.”
Chen Yu finally couldn't hold back any longer. He knelt down with a thud and said in a trembling voice, "Master, please let the young prince rest in peace..."
Tinglan turned around blankly, looked into the room, and slowly asked, "So, this place is real?"
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