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Chapter 1648: Chapter 1641: His Dream, Quite Simple
Su Yingxue wore a golden-thread phoenix robe and walked gracefully into the room.
With a phoenix crown on her head, she exuded an air of grandeur and dignity befitting an empress. Yet there was also a touch of elegant softness, the kind that comes from being a wife. Her lively eyes still carried a hint of girlish playfulness.
She glanced at her up and down, curious. "Who are you? Why have you suddenly appeared in the palace?"
"I..."
Yue Lian knew she was in a dream. She needed to find an opportunity, to use a bloody scene to shatter Zi Wei’s dream and wake him up.
The fastest way was probably to assassinate Su Yingxue!
Kill the illusion within Zi Wei’s dream!
Yue Lian bit her lip and darted toward Su Yingxue.
She planned to slam Su Yingxue into the wall, grab her hairpin, and pierce it into her neck, thereby killing this "illusion."
But as soon as she rushed forward, an immense wave of air sent her flying backward.
"Boom——"
Yue Lian collided with a pillar, and blood spurted from her mouth.
It hurt so much!
This pain... felt far too real!
Zi Wei narrowed his eyes, once again prepared to end her with a single blow.
"Wait, Zi Wei!"
Su Yingxue stopped him again, and Zi Wei, obedient as ever, lowered his blade.
He looked on, puzzled, as Su Yingxue walked up to Yue Lian. Her gem-like eyes gleamed brilliantly, and she smiled at Yue Lian. "Whose family do you belong to, Miss? How dare you enter the palace to assassinate Her Majesty? Have I ever done anything wrong to deserve this?"
Yue Lian bit her lower lip, unable to reply, "No..."
She didn’t understand what Su Yingxue was like in Zi Wei’s dream.
"She deserves death." A hoarse male voice rang out.
Yue Lian suddenly raised her head. She knew that voice all too well, the one she had heard years ago, engraved deep in her memory.
But she couldn’t believe that beneath the raspiness of his tone, there lingered so much gentleness.
He had been looking at Su Yingxue when he spoke.
"It’s fine. As long as you’re here, no one can hurt me. Take her away and lock her up for now. After I’ve calmed Heng’er, I’ll interrogate her."
Su Yingxue patted Zi Wei on the shoulder, issuing her command.
Zi Wei obeyed her every word, grabbing Yue Lian and dragging her to the side chamber before tossing her in.
When thrown into the side chamber, Yue Lian immediately lunged toward the window, desperately peering outside.
Through the torn paper of the window screen, she saw Su Yingxue playing with the young Crown Prince in the courtyard.
Su Yingxue seemed as pure and innocent as a little girl, even though the child was already capable of climbing mountains and trees. She remained just as genuine and adorable.
Yue Lian didn’t understand—so this was how Zi Wei viewed Su Yingxue?
What kind of history did they share?
Leaning her back against the chamber door, her body slid downward. "Husband... turns out I still... don’t know you well enough."
She had always believed Zi Wei’s heart belonged to the clever, wise, and majestic genius doctor, Su Yingxue.
But unexpectedly...
After being locked up for several hours, when Zi Wei brought her before Su Yingxue again, the sky had already darkened.
Su Yingxue wore a loose outer robe and reclined lazily on the chaise lounge in the grand hall. Her demeanor was relaxed, retaining a touch of youthful coquettishness.
Holding a handful of sunflower seeds in her hand, she casually asked, "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?"
Yue Lian stiffly shook her head.
As Su Yingxue cracked open the seeds, she sighed. "You’re just a young girl who doesn’t even know martial arts. Why come here to assassinate Her Majesty anyway? Zi Wei, the Silver Moon Pavilion’s top assassin, is by my side—he’s very skilled!"
When Su Yingxue mentioned Zi Wei, her eyes lit up with pride, her lips curling as she boasted, "Anyone who tries to harm Her Majesty or Heng’er has been killed by Zi Wei. With him here, Heng’er and I will be safe for a lifetime."
Her gaze toward Zi Wei sparkled with unbridled joy.
Zi Wei’s face remained as icy and expressionless as ever, yet his unwavering stance in protecting her hadn’t changed.
Whether in dreams or reality.
Yue Lian stayed silent throughout, rendering Su Yingxue’s attempts at conversation meaningless.
After finishing her sunflower seeds, Su Yingxue yawned and waved a hand, saying to Zi Wei, "Zi Wei, release her from the palace. She’s just a young girl who doesn’t know martial arts."
"She tried to assassinate you," Zi Wei frowned, reminding her.
"But Her Majesty was completely unharmed—because you’re here!"
Su Yingxue giggled twice before retreating to her chamber to rest.
Zi Wei picked Yue Lian up and threw her out of Fengxi Palace, warning her coldly, "There will not be a next time. Or you’ll surely die."
That icy, ruthless, bloodthirsty demeanor—she had seen it before.
It was all too familiar.
She had thought that, within the dream, Zi Wei would long to spend eternity with Su Yingxue, to be her man, build a life alongside her.
But it wasn’t like that. Even in the dream, he merely held his blade, standing by her chamber door, guarding her vigilantly.
Such unwavering devotion.
Yue Lian covered her mouth, a wave of sorrow surging suddenly in her chest.
How deeply she envied Su Yingxue!
Even in the dream!
She cried for a while before drying her tears. This illusory dream needed to end now.
The Su Yingxue in the dream was easier to approach than she had imagined.
She infiltrated the palace yet again the next day, injuring herself deliberately with a blade to attract Su Yingxue’s attention. Su Yingxue was kind enough to order servants to carry her into the palace.
Su Yingxue personally treated her wounds, yet before she could say much, Yue Lian plunged a knife viciously into her chest.
Blood gushed from her heart, spraying Yue Lian’s face, leaving her stunned.
Moments later, Zi Wei burst into the room.
He clutched Su Yingxue’s lifeless body, watching her close her eyes, his entire frame trembling uncontrollably.
Yue Lian scrambled off the bed, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him hard. "Husband, wake up! This is a dream—all of this is fake! Her Majesty the empress is not dead. If you awaken, you’ll see her again!"
She thought the dream would end like this...
But it didn’t!
She could still see Zi Wei. He didn’t raise his blade against her, nor did he look at her with hatred. Only emptiness filled his eyes.
That emptiness chilled her to the bone, made her chest tighten, and reminded her of something eerily familiar...
It was just like her younger self, abandoned amid a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The world crumbling, the skies bleak, with no clear path forward...
Zi Wei clutched Su Yingxue’s corpse, his face blank, trembling, weeping bitterly, before drawing his blade...
And plunging it into his own heart.
"Husband!!"
Yue Lian cried in terror. "No... it wasn’t supposed to end this way!"
She hadn’t come to kill him!
Why... why did he choose to take his own life?
Was losing Su Yingxue so agonizing and disorienting that he couldn’t bear to live another moment?
"Husband, wait for me—it’ll be fine... Everything will be okay! It will all be okay!"
Yue Lian extended her hand to stop the bleeding from his chest wound but saw blood spurting ever more profusely. Her confusion grew, realizing she might have made a mistake.
She had thought she could save him!
Surely he would wake up, wouldn’t he?
But then why...
Why was he leaving so decisively?