Chapter 122: What exactly did the Crown Prince dream about?

Dongfang Qi's thoughts were still a bit chaotic, but when he lowered his eyes to see the woman's watery eyes in his arms, all reason and cognition disappeared.

He forgot that he was the Crown Prince of Qi Guo, forgot what happened in the Chiying Land.

He only remembered that his name was A Zhuo, the Emperor's beloved, the most favored man in Yun Gong.

Holding her soft body, he pressed her temples lightly, the familiar touch, as if it had been repeated a thousand or ten thousand times.

He also persuaded her like before: "Every time the Emperor kills someone, she has a splitting headache, why does she still want to kill?"

The Empress in his arms closed her eyes and asked: "You don't want me to kill?"

"I just don't want to see the Emperor troubled by headaches."

"When all those evil people are killed, I will listen to A Zhuo and not kill people casually anymore."

Suddenly, the scene changed to the bedroom.

Silver-red soft gauze fell like waves, and between the layers, the overlapping figures in the tent were looming.

A Zhuo's slender fingers gently brushed over her red lips, whispering: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Every sound pulled at the dull pain in his heart, as if he had lost something, and as if he had never possessed it. Before his fingertips left, he had already leaned over to cover that softness, hot and with irresistible force, crushing the breathing of the two into the silver-red intertwined light and shadow.

When passion reached its peak, the woman in his arms was also responding to the fullest.

The breeze rolled the soft gauze, starlight appeared, and the room was full of gentleness.

In the gaps of lips and teeth, in the entanglement of infatuation, a murmur overflowed: "Zhuohua..."

In an instant, the starlight dissipated, and the tenderness retreated.

He pushed away the person in his arms suddenly, his eyes surging with unwillingness: "What did Your Majesty call me?"

The woman in front had her black hair hanging down, the blush on her cheeks had not faded, but her eyes were changing, fading away the infatuation, and dyeing with a bit of sadness.

She raised her hand, wanting to stroke his face.

A Zhuo waved away her hand, his voice trembling: "Who exactly are you looking at through this face of mine? What does all these years of being together count for? Your Majesty, have you ever had A Zhuo in your heart?"

The tenderness in her eyes completely faded, leaving only a mocking smile: "You should have known long ago. A Zhuo, you were always just his substitute. If it weren't for him, what do you think you have to stay by my side?"

Outside the dream, the vast northern border land spread out with endless green. One by one, the yurts were like newly bloomed white lotus flowers, scattered on the green grassland.

Inside one of the felt tents, Lin Qingyue and Xie Shouzheng were guarding Dongfang Qi's side with full faces of worry.

After coming out of the Chiying Land, he had been sinking into a coma. Lin Qingyue brought him back to the northern border, originally thinking that letting him rest for two days, waiting for his soul to stabilize, he would be able to wake up.

But now three days had passed, and Dongfang Qi still showed no signs of waking up.

Xie Shouzheng was so anxious that he couldn't eat or sleep, but at this moment, besides being anxious, he was also a bit puzzled.

"Deputy Envoy Lin, what exactly did the Crown Prince dream about? He kept muttering 'Your Majesty, Your Majesty'?"

Lin Qingyue thought for a while, then came to a conclusion: "Your Crown Prince might be... missing his father? I didn't expect him to be so grown up and still so attached to his father."

Xie Shouzheng said: "That's right. Besides the Emperor, no one else dares to use the title 'Your Majesty'. But why doesn't the Crown Prince call him Father Emperor directly, and instead call him Your Majesty like us?"

Lin Qingyue shook her head: "Don't know."

Xie Shouzheng suddenly exclaimed: "The Crown Prince is crying!"

Lin Qingyue turned her eyes to look, and saw two clear tears slowly oozing from the corners of Dongfang Qi's eyes.

She subconsciously raised her hand to catch them, and when the crystal teardrops fell into her palm, the cool touch spread, and her heart trembled slightly—as if that teardrop had fallen straight into her heart lake, rippling with circles of unspeakable sorrow.

Xie Shouzheng suddenly cried too: "Our Crown Prince is always optimistic, he wasn't a child who loved to cry since he was little. What exactly did he dream about to be this sad. Oh my, it truly hurts my heart!"

Lin Qingyue said: "Dreams arise from the heart, what happened in his dream at this moment must be something unforgettable for him. Why don't you think about what sad things your Crown Prince has?"

Xie Shouzheng thought for a while and said: "The Crown Prince didn't love to cry, that is, he cried sadly for those few days when the late Empress passed away. So the Crown Prince is... missing his mother?"

Lin Qingyue: "..."

It turns out this Dongfang Qi not only has a father-attachment complex, but also a mother-attachment complex.

Xie Shouzheng asked again: "When exactly will the Crown Prince wake up? It's been three days, will his brain be slept stupid if he doesn't wake up? Even if his brain isn't stupid, not eating or drinking is not the way!"

As he spoke, Xie Shouzheng felt sorrow from his heart, and couldn't help but wipe his tears again: "My bitter Crown Prince, wake up quickly. The millet porridge has been simmering on the stove, and there are also milk, beef, I, Xiao Hui, have prepared everything, just waiting for you to wake up and eat."

Suddenly, Lin Qingyue pushed him: "Stop howling, your Crown Prince seems to be waking up!"

Xie Shouzheng's crying stopped abruptly, and through his teary eyes, he saw the eyeballs under Dongfang Qi's eyelids moving lightly.

The ink-dyed eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and as his eyes slowly opened, the black pupils were still covered with a layer of confusion, falling steadily on Lin Qingyue's face.

Reality and dreams were entangled in his consciousness, making him chaotic for a while.

The last scene in the dream was still before his eyes: the magnificent palace collapsed, and her figure was swallowed by the sea of fire.

That heart pain was as sharp as tearing silk, he wanted to save her but was powerless, leaving only the thought of martyring into the sea of fire with her.

At this moment, looking at Lin Qingyue's face gradually becoming clear, the fragments of past and present surged in his heart, finally condensing into a clear tear, rolling down from the corner of his eye quietly.

He subconsciously raised his hand, his fingertips carrying the obsession that penetrated the past and present, piercing through reality and illusion, wanting to touch her cheek. But before his fingertips arrived, they were snatched by a rough big hand.

Xie Shouzheng held Dongfang Qi's hand tightly and cried loudly: "Crown Prince, you finally woke up! Woo woo... You don't know how worried and scared I was, afraid that you would never wake up and die. Woo woo... If you really have any shortcomings, I will follow you to be buried! I was your servant when I was alive, and I have to serve you when I die!"

Dongfang Qi was still trapped in confusion and chaos, and was startled by this howl, his consciousness suddenly returned, and the dream just now retreated like a tide.

He wanted to pull his hand back, but his strength was floating, and he couldn't shake off the hot palm after several struggles.

"Xiao Hui, let go! Pulling and dragging, what kind of system is this! Xiao Hui, your snot and tears are all rubbed on my hand, let go! Let go quickly!"

Finally, Lin Qingyue came to the rescue: "Magistrate Xie, aren't you still simmering millet porridge? Go and serve it, if it's late, I'm afraid it will burn the pot."

Xie Shouzheng then remembered that his Crown Prince was still hungry.

"Crown Prince, wait a moment, I'll go and serve you something to eat, you must be starving. Fortunately, I am thoughtful and prepared early."

While speaking, he wiped his tears and snot on Dongfang Qi's sleeve, and then ran out of the tent under Dongfang Qi's angry eyes.

Dongfang Qi sighed gloomily and said to Lin Qingyue: "Let you see a joke, sorry."

Lin Qingyue said: "Nothing, I'm already used to it. By the way, what exactly did you dream about these few days?"

It would have been better not to mention it, but upon asking, a blush suddenly flew onto Dongfang Qi's face. ===== CHAPTER 123 =====