Chapter 15: In a Dream
Zhu Yuhuan opened her eyes dazedly. The scene in front of her looked familiar yet unfamiliar. She thought for a long time before finally finding the information about this room from her long-forgotten memories.
This place is not somewhere else, but the room he had just crossed over to.
Zhu Yuhuan was slightly stunned, raised his hand to touch his face, and then quickly walked to the dressing mirror.
Indeed, in modern times...
Zhu Yuhuan almost immediately realized that he was probably dreaming.
If she could go back, she would have gone back when she was sick in her childhood. Would she wait until today?
Zhu Yuhuan pinched himself a few times, but seeing that he showed no signs of waking up, he could only push the door and walk out of the room.
It's strange to say, she just sneezed when the seasons changed, but she became very sick a few days later. However, Xu Wangzhi treated her for many days but there was still no result.
But she couldn't tell what was wrong with Zhu Yuhuan's body. She just felt weak and tired every day, and fell asleep unconsciously, and slept for a long time.
Zhu Yuhuan never believed in gods or Buddhas. He just thought that he was too tired, so he tried to adjust his time and get more rest.
But she never expected that she would suddenly faint while checking Wunong Temple...
The more he looked at his surroundings, the clearer Zhu Yuhuan's memories of the past became. Whether it was the doll on the sofa or the dusty TV, they all looked extremely familiar.
Zhu Yuhuan couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat and quickly turned her head away. She walked quickly to the window and looked out. The outside seemed to be moving just like the normal world, but there was always a sense of unreality.
Zhu Yuhuan sneered, then quickly walked to the bookshelf and began to look through the Twenty-Four Histories that he had bought to decorate the bookshelf, and found the "History of Ming Dynasty".
She picked up a book at random and opened it. As expected, it was completely blank.
Zhu Yuhuan finally couldn't help but look up at the rooftop and said in a deep voice, "I don't care who you are or what you want to do, let me go back immediately. If you are afraid that I will find out, don't use these sneaky tricks to deceive me."
The surroundings were still quiet. Zhu Yuhuan lowered his eyes, opened the door and walked out.
Since he can still move freely, it means that there is still hope. Zhu Yuhuan will never sit and wait for death.
Just as she was about to stand up, she noticed that the scene before her eyes suddenly began to change rapidly, and a familiar yet unfamiliar voice faintly came to her ears:
"Hasn't it come yet?"
Zhu Yuhuan was slightly stunned, but found that he could not move at all. He could only stare blankly at the bed curtain.
"Your Highness, please wait a moment. The message has been reported back to the palace, and the Prince Consort has gone to ask to see the Emperor. Even if the magician cannot come in person, he can at least send a message through someone..."
Zhu Yuhuan noticed that his face was slightly wet and blinked subconsciously, then he realized that his body was crying.
"Mother...mother...sister..."
Zhu Yuhuan was stunned, and the things Zhu Youtong had mentioned to her flashed through her mind. She soon realized that at this moment she was still the "Princess Shunde", but not herself.
Anger rose from her heart, and Zhu Yuhuan could no longer suppress it. She wanted to get up suddenly, but found that her original control had completely disappeared. She looked back and found that it was because Princess Shunde had passed away that she was able to escape like this.
Zhu Yuhuan sneered, knowing that the people around her couldn't see her. She already had some guesses in her mind as to why all this happened. She reached out to wipe the tears from her face, stood up and walked out of the house.
As Zhu Yuhuan expected, the modern world and the princess's mansion were nothing but illusions. As she kept moving forward, the space around her became increasingly blurred, and gradually became blank.
This road seems to have no end and I will never reach the end.
But for Zhu Yuhuan, none of this matters.
It was unknown how long it had passed before Zhu Yuhuan saw what seemed to be a small hill in the distance. She quickened her pace and finally saw clearly what this so-called hill was. It turned out to be a tomb.
Zhu Yuhuan looked at the stone tablet with words engraved on it and fell into silence.
The reason is simple: the epitaph written on the tombstone is not about anyone else, but "myself".
She is the Princess of Shunde.
"On the seventeenth day of the first month of the eighth year, he died of illness at the age of twenty-four."
Zhu Yuhuan sighed and said, "Why, did you realize I missed something and now you want to fill it in?" After she finished speaking, she became a little wary and asked, "Could it be that my mother also died this year? If you don't say anything, I'll just acquiesce."
There was no response, so Zhu Yuhuan simply rolled up his sleeves, went around the tombstone and started digging, not caring about the mud on his body, and just dug his own grave with his bare hands.
It was unknown how long it took before Zhu Yuhuan dug up the coffin. She was not polite and saw that there was another coffin next to it, so she kicked it aside.
After this kick, Zhu Yuhuan knew what this so-called coffin meant, so she simply started to dismantle the coffin with her bare hands.
Anyway, she was in an illusion and wouldn't get hurt.
Zhu Yuhuan opened the coffin with great difficulty, and found it was empty, without any body.
Zhu Yuhuan laughed in anger, saying, "Do you think I'll be afraid of grave digging just because I've been pretending to practice Taoism for a few days? Stop playing tricks here! You just want to tell me that I'm not the Princess of Shunde. Then I'll tell you, since I came to this world, I belong to this world, and it's not your turn to interfere!" She looked up at the blank virtual sky and said coldly, "If you're really that powerful, then you'll trap me here for the rest of my life!"
Still receiving no response, Zhu Yuhuan glanced around, her expression growing even colder. She then asked, "Are you afraid... or are you simply unable to kill me?"
"How is His Highness?"
Xu Wangzhi rubbed his forehead and looked at Huai En who was holding the tonic soup. He said, "It's still the same. There's nothing wrong with her body, but she just can't wake up." She glanced at the weather outside and murmured, "It's still cloudy. I was thinking of taking her out to bask in the sun these days..."
Zhu Yuhuan had been in this half-asleep, half-awake state for more than a month. Xu Wangzhi had tried every method, from feeding him medicine to acupuncture, even short of performing shaman rituals, but there was no sign of Zhu Yuhuan's condition improving.
In particular, Xu Wangzhi did not find any other abnormalities in her pulse, just simple physical weakness. This result made Xu Wangzhi even more confused, and he even doubted his medical skills.
Xu Wangzhi was really puzzled that a healthy person suddenly fell into a coma.
Faced with this indescribable disease, Xu Wangzhi did not dare to use medicine casually, for fear of accidentally hurting Zhu Yuhuan's body. She only asked someone to make some porridge and soup for Zhu Yuhuan every day to maintain Zhu Yuhuan's body. On weekdays, she, An Han and her sisters took care of Zhu Yuhuan.
Huai En followed her gaze outside and said, "The weather is a bit cold this year. It looks like it's going to snow."
The two of them helped Zhu Yuhuan sit up. Just as Huai En brought the cooled ginseng soup to Zhu Yuhuan's lips, the unconscious Zhu Yuhuan suddenly opened his eyes.
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