The slight swaying and vibration of the wheelchair as it turned made Ji Fengyao feel as if she were being grabbed by a black dragon and soaring through the clouds and into the sea, experiencing a dizzying sensation.
Besides this, she also vaguely saw a dark, magnificent, and cold-looking palace.
In the center of the high, dark walls of the hall, a pale green light, like fireflies, burned.
The high, spacious palace roof was buried in deep darkness, stretching endlessly, with only the sound of dripping water filling the air—ethereal, monotonous, and eerie.
Her hands and feet were chained to the four corners of a cold, hard stone bed. A black dragon, as thick as a large bathtub, stood upright with its head raised high, baring sharp teeth and staring at her with fist-sized, candle-yellow eyes.
Its black scales gleamed with a damp, cold light, and its tail occasionally brushed against her.
That cold, sticky, and slippery feeling sent chills down her spine and drove her crazy!
"No, no... Master, save me..."
Lost in her memories, Ji Fengyao murmured in broken sentences, desperately trying to burrow into Shang Xiye's arms.
Master? That old immortal?
Shang Xiye held her tightly, wondering how an old immortal who could only enter dreams could save her.
Were you so frightened that you lost your mind and couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams?
"Your Highness, the Princess Consort..." Wu Ying noticed that Ji Fengyao seemed unwell and couldn't help but feel worried.
"It's alright, go and prepare some hot water for a bath," Shang Xiye instructed, holding Ji Fengyao protectively in his arms.
“But the princess’s maids are still trapped in the side courtyard of Hui Nuan Pavilion…” Before Wu Ying could finish speaking, Shang Xi Ye’s gaze froze her: “I will take care of it right away.”
"The news that the princess was frightened must not be spread," Shang Xiye instructed again.
"Your subordinate understands," Wu Ying nodded solemnly.
Wuying quickly prepared hot water, while he led his men to retreat far away outside the inner courtyard of the Ink Studio, completely surrounding it.
Shang Xiye wanted to peel Ji Fengyao off him and let her take a hot bath to relieve her stress.
Just like last time, she clung to him tightly and couldn't be pulled off no matter what.
Helpless, Shang Xiye had no choice but to take her into the bathtub fully clothed.
Perhaps feeling the warmth of the hot water, Ji Fengyao's complexion improved somewhat from the nightmare, but she still frowned, her thoughts still adrift in a jumble of chaotic memories.
She seemed to see many scenes she didn't remember: many people angrily cursing her master and trying to take her away.
She couldn't hear what those people were saying, but she knew that her master's eyes showed an unprecedented sadness and anger.
"Don't cry... Master, don't cry... I've forgotten everything, Yao'er has forgotten everything..." Ji Fengyao hugged Shang Xiye tightly, her face pressed against his neck, her chubby little hand haphazardly touching his face, as if trying to wipe away his tears.
Shang Xiye: "..." Instantly, a murderous aura emanated from him.
My dear wife, that old immortal in my dream is no ordinary person!
He must have been secretly flirting with his wife in his dreams, and it seems he was quite successful at it!
But how could he, a mere mortal, compete and declare war on the person in her dream?
Holding the soft, feminine little bandit for a long time, Shang Xiye's eyes suddenly lit up.
He pressed his forehead against the little bandit's forehead, concentrated all his mind, and suddenly roared with divine power: "Yaoyao belongs to me! Whether you are human or ghost, get out of my way!"
This roar, like a thunderclap, descended upon Ji Fengyao's sea of consciousness, shattering the chaotic images within.
Ji Fengyao was startled awake from her nightmare.
She opened her eyes and saw Shang Xiye's eyes, which were so close to hers, eyes that were now filled with domineering and intense possessiveness.
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