The Great Dream God

Princess Ziyang laughed out loud, her bell-like laughter echoing in the air, like the dawn light at daybreak, with a sharpness that pierced through hypocrisy: "You finally spoke the truth in your heart. It turns out that you have always secretly thought that I am a pretentious person, like a poppy blooming in the dark night, beautiful but with fatal temptation!" Her laughter was mixed with disdain, and every word was like a carefully polished pearl, each word was sharp and pointed directly at people's hearts, making it impossible to ignore the sarcasm and irony in her words.

Meng Jin's voice exploded like thunder, and every word was full of wisdom and power: "I don't think that there is the shadow of a slut living deep in your heart, but what you do is no different from the behavior of a whore. If you really cross that moral red line and fall to doing such a shameful thing, then even if you don't want to admit it, the world will label you a whore!" Every word he said was like a well-crafted poem, sharp yet elegant, pointing directly to the heart and making it impossible to avoid.

Princess Ziyang's movements suddenly stopped, like a frozen painting, her eyes were deep and mysterious, like the twinkling stars in the night sky. Meng Jin's fingers hesitantly slid down her delicate cheeks, and the former toughness and anger subtly faded at this moment, as if melted by the light in Princess Ziyang's eyes. He noticed that she did not fight back as expected, but stood up gracefully from the ground, like an elf in the moonlight.

"Your denial is just a disguise of your inner struggle." Princess Ziyang's voice was as smooth as velvet, but it contained unquestionable power. "You keep saying you don't believe me, but deep down in your heart, you actually agree. You think that since I lost my first husband, I have never spent a night with another man, right?"

Each word was like a carefully polished pearl strung into a gorgeous necklace, shining with wisdom and pride. Her words were both feminine and tough, adding a bit of dramatic tension to the whole scene amidst the gorgeous rhetoric.

Meng Jin gently wiped away the scarlet bloodstain from the corner of his mouth, as if wiping away the pain and frustration of the past. He raised his resolute head, his eyes like torches, and stared directly at the fiery and powerful Princess Ziyang in front of him. Her purple skirt fluttered in the wind, like the blazing summer sun, dazzling and eye-catching. Meng Jin's eyes reflected her figure, that is, an unyielding heroine, and her every move revealed endless strength and pride. In this tense confrontation, the two people's eyes met, like two sharp swords, colliding in the air to create sparks, stirring up a silent contest.

Princess Ziyang's eyes were like the deep night sky, staring at Meng Jin. Her bright eyes were burning with blazing flames, and every flicker seemed to be telling of endless indignation and unwillingness. Meng Jin's words were like a biting cold wind, ruthlessly blowing through her noble heart and trampling her self-esteem into the dust. He shouldn't have evaluated her with such cold words, let alone treated her with such contempt. Her value could not be erased by his few easy words of denigration. She, Princess Ziyang, was not an object of contempt. The flame in her heart burned more and more, illuminating her firm will. She would prove with her actions that Meng Jin's misunderstanding and contempt were just his short-sightedness, not her value.

Meng Jin's tone was filled with grief and indignation. He said in a deep voice: "Forget it, Princess Ziyang, this behavior is actually an act of self-destruction! You are crushing your jade-like reputation with your own hands, and stained your former reputation with dust. Your name, once shining like the morning sun in the sky, is now overshadowed by the vortex of worldly discussions. Every moment of indulgence is a trampling on your own dignity; every time you act recklessly, you are eroding your unique nobility. Do you know that you are destroying your star-like reputation bit by bit in an extremely cruel way!"

Princess Ziyang opened her red lips and smiled calmly, "My reputation outside the country has never been important. My reputation as a romantic and charming man who loves women has long been spread all over the world like a swallow chasing the wind." Her eyes flashed with a transcendent light, as if those worldly evaluations were just a cloud on the brocade, ethereal and insignificant. Her smile was like cherry blossoms blooming in spring, charming and free and easy, and her indifference to rumors was like the flowing water in the mountains. No matter what people say, I will remain unmoved. She liked the world, and she accepted it calmly, like the stars, even if the world pointed out, it could not cover up her dazzling light.

Meng Jin denied it loudly and righteously at this moment. His voice was like a huge bell, echoing in the air and shaking every listening heart: "Heaven and earth can bear witness, the sun and the moon can bear witness, how can such rumors be attributed to me? I, Meng Jin, have always been fair and just, shouldering the moral responsibility. I have never been involved in gossip, and I will never spread rumors or spread untrue words!"

Princess Ziyang slightly lowered her star-like eyes, a hint of melancholy quietly spreading in her eyes, as if autumn water was filled with smoke, reflecting endless sorrow. She gently opened her lips, with a hint of self-mockery and helplessness in her words, as if she was a leaf falling in the wind, unable to resist the judgment of the world: "Why mention it? Under the baptism of other people's eyes, I have been branded as an uninhibited woman, allowing rumors to hit my seemingly hard but actually fragile wings like a storm." Although her voice was low, every word was like a pearl, and every sentence was like a withered petal, scattered in the cold reality, with a poignant beauty that could not be ignored.

Under the bright sunshine, Meng Jin's eyes were like a searchlight, deeply locked on Princess Ziyang. His eyes were like a deep ancient well, containing endless stories and mysteries. He looked at her carefully, as if he wanted to see through the luxurious brocade robe and see the secrets in her heart. In just a moment, his eyes gently passed by Xu Xiaofeng beside him. That brief glance was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, silently but leaving subtle ripples.

Then, Meng Jin's mouth curled up quietly, and a cold smile bloomed. That smile was like frost in winter, cold and mocking. This smile was a disdain for the world, an insight into people's hearts, and even more a self-mockery of his own fate. His laughter echoed in the sun, and every note carried a sarcastic melody, as if he was mocking those who were blinded by power and status, and as if he was mocking himself for being deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate himself. This smile was poetic and picturesque, but also piercing like a knife, which made people tremble in their hearts and guess the complex and deep emotions in his heart.

Princess Ziyang slightly raised her dark eyebrows, her eyes full of confusion and surprise like ripples in spring water, staring at Meng Jin in front of her. Meng Jin, the handsome man, had a playful smile on his lips, his eyes were deep and firm, looking directly into the princess's eyes as clear as autumn water, and slowly opened his mouth, with a hint of playful warmth in his words: "I twisted your face so hard that it's swollen!"