The Great Dream God

When Princess Ziyang heard this, it was like a thunderbolt in the blue sky. Her eyes lost focus instantly and her body trembled, as if she was struck by invisible lightning. She widened her eyes, which were as bright as autumn water. What was reflected in them was no longer the arrogance and confidence of the past, but endless astonishment and disbelief. She looked at Meng Jin in front of her. The once familiar figure now became strange and cold. Every word he said was like a sharp arrow, piercing her dignity.

Meng Jin's words were like ice knives cutting flesh, and every word was accusing her. The sharp words were like a raging fire, burning her reputation, which she regarded as a treasure, to ashes. She was no longer the highly respected princess in his mouth, but a woman despised by the world. This change made Princess Ziyang feel like she was falling into an ice cellar, and her heart was desolate. She felt unprecedented shame and pain, as if the whole world collapsed in an instant, leaving her alone in the ruins.

What's the difference between this and pointing at her nose and calling her a bitch?

Princess Ziyang's tone was full of disdain and sarcasm. She sneered, "Who do you think you are? You are just a self-pitying fledgling. Your innocence is so insignificant in the face of the world, even less than those goblins in the depths of the forest. I let you taste the taste of desire only because of your unique skills. This does not mean that I really like you! Don't be so self-indulgent. Your existence is just a short game in my eyes."

Meng Jin pointed his finger straight at the tip of his nose, his face full of anger and disappointment. His words came like a storm: "Even if I am a lowly goblin regarded by the world, I will never have the slightest affection for someone like you. Your behavior is simply unbearable. Although you are not a hypocritical 'bitch' on the surface, your behavior reveals a casual attitude, an attitude that does not care about your self-dignity and chastity. You use your chastity as a chip and throw it easily on the gambling table of life. This recklessness and indulgence are more painful than any form of depravity."

Princess Ziyang clenched her jade hands into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, as if she wanted to crush the anger and disappointment together. There was a stubborn spark in her eyes, and every word she said was like a sharp arrow, shooting straight into the other person's heart. "You are also a complete bastard," her words were full of frost, "You keep saying that you understand me, but in fact, you know nothing about me."

"You didn't even know I was a widow. You didn't even notice this most basic fact!" Her eyes were filled with endless resentment, as if she was questioning the other party's negligence and indifference. "Have you ever experienced even a little bit of those joys and sorrows, those loneliness in the middle of the night?"

"You are still here talking about me shamelessly. Do you think you understand me?" Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, and the sarcasm in her tone could not be concealed. "What qualifications do you have to show off your insights in front of me? What do you have to be proud of? In my opinion, you are just an ignorant bystander."

Meng Jin's body stiffened instantly, as if frozen by a sudden snowfall. His eyes were fixed on the scene in front of him, unable to move away. Princess Ziyang's eyes were like two bright stars, shining brightly and gleaming with unprecedented light. This light was full of deep doubts, and seemed to hide endless stories. She stared straight at him, as if to penetrate his soul.

Meng Jin felt that gaze was like a hot iron, branding his heart, making him unable to avoid it. He saw the tears in the depths of Princess Ziyang's eyes, like morning dew, crystal clear and fragile, or like broken starlight, with a hint of barely perceptible sadness. These tears were not out of anger or grief, but a complex emotion, a mixture of confusion, expectation, and some emotions that he could not interpret.

Her eyes were bright and the power contained in the light shocked and confused him. Meng Jin's heart was in turmoil. He tried to understand this sudden change, but he could only stand there, letting the shock reverberate in his heart. He was unable to speak or move, and could only look at Princess Ziyang quietly!

Princess Ziyang, the 29-year-old woman, is like a bright pearl, shining brightly in the baptism of time, she has lost the tenderness and innocence of youth, but has nurtured endless charm in the passage of time. On her face, the tenderness of a girl has been replaced by a calm and restrained one, and the elegance polished by experience is like an aged wine, becoming more mellow and moving.

Those eyes, as deep as the stars, reflected the radiance of wisdom. They were the windows to her soul, not only recording every bit of her life, but also revealing a calmness and composure that was detached from the world. Whether in good times or bad times, she could see tenacity and determination in those eyes, as if telling a story of an unyielding journey.

The wind, frost, rain and snow of life are nothing but whetstones to sharpen her will. She chooses to respond with a smile, which contains endless strength and courage, like a flag, announcing her tenacity and indomitable spirit. Her shoulders are no longer just a symbol of weakness, but a rock that carries responsibility and commitment. She knows that tears cannot solve problems, and only by standing up straight can she meet the challenges of life.

Meng Jin's tone was full of doubt and dissatisfaction. His eyes were like ice in winter, piercing people's hearts: "So, you made this decision on your own without my nod, or even my knowledge?" He spoke every word, and every word seemed to knock on a heart of stone, making it impossible to ignore.

He shook his head, his face full of disbelief, "I see you, your husband just passed away, and there is no peace in this mansion." Meng Jin's words were both an accusation against her and a profound irony of her recent behavior. He seemed to have seen her various behaviors after her husband's death, and his eyes showed a trace of pity, mixed with blame.

Then, he emphasized his tone and pointed in the direction of the Princess' Mansion, "You are holding such a poetry meeting in your own Princess' Mansion. What are you challenging?" His voice echoed in the air, as if questioning the sky, or as if questioning her decision deep in her heart.

Endless stars seemed to be hidden deep in Meng Jin's pupils. His gaze gradually became as deep as the night sky, and as sharp as a sword, piercing people's hearts.

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the sarcasm contained in that smile could almost cut through the air.

He spoke slowly, each word sounding like a carefully polished stone, cold and sharp. "What exactly do you want? Are you also longing to find a man who can bear the burden of your life and be as tough as a wheel?"

His doubts were like a cold wind, impossible to avoid and went straight to the other person's heart.