Chapter Twenty-Five: Dreams Within and Without

  They sang one song after another with abandon, while Meng Er poured cup after cup of red wine into her mouth. Her dazed eyes seemed to see something wonderful through the plum blossoms on the table, and a faint sad smile floated at the corner of her mouth.

  In Meng'er's eyes, she saw a small dream, chasing the fluttering snowflakes all the way, and mistakenly entered a peach blossom forest. The falling flowers and flying snow made her linger and forget to return. A few unusual sounds came from not far away, different from the wind and snow sounds, and Meng'er couldn't help but want to investigate. Only then did she see a man with a handsome figure, his feet not touching the ground, his body like a swimming dragon, his sword like frost and snow, his sword energy as if it had been given life, wandering around him freely, bringing up his clothes and fluttering. She looked at him from afar, thinking that he was an immortal who had accidentally fallen to the mortal world.

  The snow on the tree was too heavy to bear, and it fell down, barely landing on Meng Er's head. Meng Er let out a painful cry. The elegant figure quickly withdrew all its radiance due to this cry. The sword tip pointed directly at Meng Er: "Who are you? Why did you intrude into Peach Blossom Forest? Do you know that this is a forbidden land?"

  The cold, icy gaze, combined with the freezing snow, made Meng'er shiver. "I, I am Cang Hai Meng. I didn't do it on purpose, I saw the peach blossoms blooming and got carried away by the fun, that's why I accidentally entered your domain, not intentionally invading your territory."

  "Haoran's dream? Are you Haoran, the prime minister?" Upon hearing the two words "Haoran" from her mouth, he sheathed his sword. However, the coldness on his face didn't change in the slightest.

  "That's my dad!" Meng'er looked at him timidly and replied. "I followed Mother to come in and pay respects to the Empress Dowager who was slightly unwell, then I dodged them and came here to play by myself!"

  "Lost?" His voice was still as cold, seemingly having nothing to do with warmth. Meng Er nodded. Just as Meng Er was at a loss for what to do, he took her hand. "I'll take you back!"

  Returning to the empress dowager's palace gate, she saw her own mother anxiously pacing back and forth at the entrance. She happily ran over to hug her mother's leg. "Mother, Meng'er is back!"

  "Meng'er, where have you run off to? You're making your mother worry!" Looking at her daughter's rosy little face that had been chilled red, she felt a pang of heartache and covered her own hands over her face.

  "Meng'er went out to play in the snow and got lost. She saw this big brother, who brought her back!" Meng'er pointed behind her, but when she saw her mother's astonished gaze, she turned around, only to find that he was no longer standing there."

  After that, there were several more times when she entered the palace, but she never saw him again. However, no matter how much time passed, she still remembered the feeling from back then: holding his hand was like grasping a handful of cold snow; yet, it was also at that moment that he moved into her heart like a flurry of peach blossoms.

  That year, she was eight years old, and she met him, he left an impression on her heart.

  "Meng'er, what's wrong with you?" Mei'er looked at Meng'er whose face was flushed and eyes were dazed, staring at the plum blossom on the table, a smile on her face as if she had fallen into some beautiful memory.

  Meng'er heard the voice, slowly lifted her head and looked towards the source of the sound: "Mei'er ah, I'm so happy! Hehe, let me tell you, this palace is indeed a thousand cups not falling down! In those years, Mei Flower wine, I drank whole jars at once. Do you know? That taste, was really extremely good!"

  "Meng'er? Plum Blossom Wine? Where can I buy it?" Xiang'er heard Meng'er's words and curiously leaned over.

  "Which one was bought? It's the palace's own brew! With too much leisure time, there's nothing but brewing and drinking wine, playing the zither, and dancing with swords to pass those long, lonely days!"

  "Self-brewed? Drinking and playing the zither and dancing with a sword? Meng Er, you're drunk!" Yan Er concluded firmly.

  "I'm not drunk, I need to go to the restroom. Does anyone want to accompany me?" She said, and then stood up and walked out!

  Yan'er pointed at Mei'er and asked Xiang'er, who was walking normally: "Do you need to follow her?"

  "It's nothing! She's just crazy, she's not drunk!"

  "Le Yu'er, you're really heartless!" Yan Er said, looking at Mei Er who didn't show any emotion. Mei Er didn't refute her either. In fact, they both knew that many things had to be experienced and gone through by oneself, there was no such thing as empathy, only after one had walked past it would the wound heal naturally!

  Actually, Mei'er misjudged this time. Meng'er was drunk and couldn't tell which direction the restroom was, so she stumbled into the elevator. The door closed, and when it opened again, she had already reached the top floor. She walked out with her head down and bumped into someone who was about to enter the elevator. That person was about to push away Meng'er, who had fallen into his arms, but at that moment, Meng'er took a few steps back, lifted her head, and locked eyes with him; he stopped moving. Meng'er saw him and smiled: "I'm dreaming again! Wang, why have I been thinking of you lately? You were so ruthless in beheading me, I should hate you! You annihilated my entire family, I should hate you! Why do I keep thinking of you even though my soul has dispersed?"

  King? He knew her background, and she was so simple-minded that it was almost to the extreme. Who exactly was this "king" of hers? As he looked at her pink cheeks and dazed eyes, a wave of wine fragrance wafted out from between her slightly parted lips. He couldn't help but say: "Every time, you give me surprises, don't you?"

  "Do you like it when I surprise you with dreams? Wang, do you love Meng Er?"

  "Like? Love?" He repeated her words, in his world, there were only exploitation and being exploited, only value and worthlessness. What was love? Could it expand its territory for itself? Could it earn unparalleled benefits and glory for itself?

  She saw him without making a sound, tiptoed to match his gaze: "I've known you for so long, been married to you for several years? You've never said you love me. Every time I ask you, your expression is just like it was just now." Then, she shook the bangle in her hand. "Why does it always get hot and burn me?" She tried to take it off, but the bangle seemed stuck to her hand.

  He looked at her hand and saw a ring of red appear, thinking she was drunk, he couldn't bear to see that jade-like hand injured, so he thought of helping her take it off. Just then, she saw his hand reaching over, she immediately opened her own hands and circled them around his neck, closed her eyes, sought out his lips, and the fragrance of wine entered his mouth.

  He was stunned by the transformation for a few seconds, came back to his senses, and looked at this rosy-cheeked, dazed-eyed, clumsy but skilled little girl again. In the end, he took control of the situation and wanted to entwine with her. However, she bit his lips fiercely, causing him pain. Just as he was about to push her away, he heard her muttering: "I can bear all the accusations, but I cannot bear 'not giving birth to a dragon heir'! It's you who has been secretly adding musk to my food every day, making me infertile! And it's all because I'm the daughter of the prime minister! You're afraid that I'll give birth to a dragon heir and secure your position as king! My king, I love you! So, I can endure everything! But how could you be so cruel to me?" After finishing her words, her body went limp.

  He quickly supported her body that was about to go soft, even though he was known for his swift and decisive actions, he couldn't change the huge gap. In the end, he helplessly looked at the little person who had already fallen asleep, smiled dumbly, and then picked her up and turned into the room next door.

  "Wind... to... come over right away!" Hung up the phone, saw the person I put on the sofa, sleeping steadily. Hand, gently stroked that tender cheek: "Your sense of security is really low, but what interests me more is, what kind of person are you?"

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