The Great Dream God

Princess Ziyang was alone in the quiet room, leisurely putting on gorgeous clothes. Her slender fingers gently slid across the satin-like fabric, and every step revealed a kind of elegance and calmness. Her eyes sparkled with deep light under the candlelight, as if hiding endless stories. While she was getting dressed, she stroked her chin thoughtfully, with a bit of girlish playfulness, but also the reserve of an aristocratic woman.

"Why do I feel like this is just the beginning?" She whispered to herself, her voice as clear as spring water, echoing in the empty bedroom. There was a lot of meaning in this sentence, like a recollection of the past, and an expectation of the future. Her eyes drifted out the window, and the moonlight sprinkled on the window lattice, reflecting the doubts and curiosity in her heart. Yes, whether it was a bustling banquet or a complicated court struggle, it seemed to be just a prelude to her. The bigger stage seemed to be slowly opening, waiting for her to appear.

Princess Ziyang and Xu Xiaofeng, two graceful women, quietly put on their respective clothes in the morning light. Princess Ziyang's clothes were like wisteria, shining and colorful, reflecting her noble and mysterious temperament; while Xu Xiaofeng's dress was like the breeze blowing on the willows, simple and elegant, exuding a fresh and refined charm. They didn't speak to each other, only exchanged some kind of silent agreement with their eyes, and then gently pulled up the door curtain, like two shadows, disappearing in the morning mist outside the door, leaving only a faint fragrance in the air.

Meng Jin was left alone in the quiet room, as if the whole world was isolated from him. His eyes were fixed on the wall in front of him. The mottled wall seemed to carry endless stories, and every crack and every grain of dust was telling silent words. His mood was like fallen leaves blown by the wind, erratic, but he was also deeply immersed in this silent moment, letting his thoughts spread in silence. He did not speak, as if he was afraid of breaking this delicate balance. He could only feel the departure of the two in this way, and the faint loss and deep thinking were intertwined in his heart.

The next morning, Meng Jin rubbed his sleepy eyes and habitually flipped through the latest news in the city, but he never expected that a piece of news like thunder would instantly hit his heart. Princess Ziyang, a woman with a distinguished family background and outstanding talent, actually held a grand poetry meeting in her mansion, the elegant and mysterious Princess Mansion. The news was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, ripples everywhere, and shook the entire city.

The invitees were all scholars and talented people from all over the country. Some of them were famous for their poems, while others were talented and brilliant. Each of them was like a bright star, embellishing the night sky of that era. At the invitation of Princess Ziyang, they condensed their talent and passion into poems and gathered in the mansion soaked in poetry, as if they wanted to use the power of poetry to light up the night of the entire county city.

This news was like a bolt of lightning, breaking the usual tranquility and causing ripples in Meng Jin's heart.

The expected poetry gathering turned into an absurd carnival feast. There was no trace of the elegant style of scholars and poets reciting poems and writing couplets. It was clearly an indulgent banquet that made people dumbfounded. The so-called "widely inviting guests into the curtain" seemed so ironic in this chaotic scene, like a magnificent coat covering up the unbearable truth. Ziyang, the woman who was once highly expected by everyone, became the initiator of this farce. Her name became filthy at this moment, like a capital exclamation mark, piercing the heart of every person who adhered to propriety, righteousness, and integrity.

Meng Jin's abstract feelings about Princess Ziyang were like a tangled mess that could not be untied, which prompted him to break into the solemn and mysterious Princess Mansion without hesitation. His steps were firm and powerful, and every step seemed to be a heartbeat beating on the ground. The stick in his hand seemed to be the embodiment of his anger and confusion, with a resolute momentum. In the Princess Mansion, those young men who claimed to be young talents, and those noble and domineering aristocratic children, were gathered in a small and exquisite courtyard. Their laughter filled the air, which seemed out of place.

Meng Jin's appearance was like a violent storm, instantly breaking this false harmony. He swung his stick, and each blow landed precisely on the arrogance and complacency of those people, and each kick was on their false sense of superiority. The collision of sticks and flesh, accompanied by exclamations and curses, was like a fierce symphony, playing out his doubts about the world. Those young talents and noble children who once thought they were invincible fled in panic under his anger, and the courtyard instantly returned to peace.

Finally, Meng Jin stood in front of Princess Ziyang. His breathing was rapid, but his eyes were firm, and his stick was held horizontally, silently announcing his arrival and his dissatisfaction.

Meng Jin's eyes were full of confusion and helplessness. He stared at Princess Ziyang and asked word by word: "Princess, I really don't understand, what exactly do you want to do?" There was a barely perceptible bitterness in his tone, as if this question had been bothering him for a long time.

Princess Ziyang held her head high, her bright eyes flashing with stubbornness. She retorted: "Meng Jin, you are not my husband. What qualifications do you have to ask about my private affairs? Do you think I can let you control me?" Her voice was soft, but every word was sharp. Every sentence was like a sword, piercing Meng Jin's heart.

Deep in his heart, Meng Jin couldn't help but blame himself for being weak. He secretly regretted why he couldn't control his desires, which led to the embarrassing situation today. He swore that he really never thought of becoming the one who was cuckolded. However, fate played tricks on him, and now he was tightly bound by the Princess Ziyang, as if he was trapped in a quagmire that he couldn't escape.

Xu Xiaofeng walked out slowly, still wearing the elegant blue long dress with a front opening, and her beautiful face was as calm as ever. Meng Jin followed her closely, feeling mixed emotions. He saw Xu Xiaofeng, pointed his finger at her, and said with a firm tone: "Last night, she was new to the world, I know that very well. But you, Princess Ziyang, this is not your first time, you didn't even bleed! Do you think such a trick can shock me? Do you think I will really be controlled by you and have nowhere to escape? I'm afraid your naivety has exceeded your imagination!"

Princess Ziyang's shadow seemed particularly deep in the moonlight. Her schemes and tactics were like a silent war, but Meng Jin had already seen through it all.