The Great Dream God

In the sun-drenched courtyard, the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

Wei Yanren stood there, his figure looking exceptionally firm in the sunlight, even though he was experiencing a turbulent emotional struggle in his heart.

He bit his lower lip tightly, as if trying to suppress the pain and anger in his heart in this way.

His voice was low and resolute, and every word seemed to come from the bottom of his heart: "Then there is no need to say anything more between the two of us. I will leave this place now! Since you think my words are insignificant, then I will choose to leave! I will leave now, and from now on, I will pretend that I have never had a brother like you!"

Meng Jin's response was like a thunderbolt. He stood opposite Wei Yanren, his eyes revealing undisguised indifference.

He shouted, "I never considered you my brother! Go away and don't cause me trouble here! I don't want our relationship to become a hindrance to my progress." Every word he said was like a sharp sword, piercing Wei Yanren's heart, making the originally sunny yard seem to be covered with a layer of frost.

Wei Yanren flicked his sleeves and resolutely left the courtyard that made him upset. His steps were quick and firm, as if an uncontrollable rage was burning in his chest.

He came straight to the prosperous Princess's Mansion, where the majestic gate displayed the royal majesty.

He knocked hard on the door to announce his arrival, and was then led into the mansion by the respectful doorman.

Princess Ziyang, the noble and cold woman, was sitting upright on the armchair. Her eyes were as cold as a glacier as she stared at the panting and livid Wei Yanren.

Her voice was like the lingering sound of an ancient zither, indifferent yet majestic: "What happened to make you appear in front of me in such a disgraceful manner? Tell me your troubles, and perhaps I can help you analyze the cause and effect."

Upon hearing this, Wei Yanren's clenched fists almost bleed. He looked up at Princess Ziyang's eyes that were full of insight, and accused her word by word, "Meng Jin, that self-righteous guy, actually received the mission of escorting the Third Prince of the North Sea Empire across the Sea of ​​Heaven and back to his homeland. I just asked to go with him and wanted to do my part for the country, but he laughed at me, saying that I was just a useless pusher and had no qualifications to embark on such a journey!"

The air seemed to freeze under Wei Yanren's anger. His words were full of unwillingness and humiliation, and Princess Ziyang's response became the only expectation at this tense moment.

Princess Ziyang's eyes were like a lake in late autumn, with a hint of helplessness in the calm. She stared at the angry Wei Yanren in front of her quietly, with blazing anger burning in her piercing eyes. She took a deep breath, and every word was like a carved pearl, clear and powerful: "Wei Yanren, this is the fact. Your strength is indeed not enough for this mission. I hope you can look at it rationally and stop blindly getting involved. This matter is a foregone conclusion. No matter how you roar, I can't change the established facts for you, nor can I get you the so-called justice."

Wei Yanren's eyes were as big as bells, with surprise and unwillingness flashing in his eyes. "Is he looking down on me and thinking that I am incapable of completing this task?" He was angry, "But I am sure that I have enough strength to complete it!" His voice was full of grievance, but also with firm unconvinced, as if he was announcing his determination to the world.

Princess Ziyang raised her hand slightly, the movement was gentle but with unshakable determination. Her voice was as delicate as silk thread, but it contained unquestionable power: "Your ability, Wei Yanren, is indeed not up to the standard to complete this task. Therefore, I advise you to stay in peace and don't make trouble for yourself. This is my decision, and you understand it. I don't want to see you create chaos in my plan, and I don't want to see you fall into deeper trouble because of it." Her words were full of care, but also with a hint of warning, just like a mother's love and admonition to her child.

“You must understand that your impulse will only push you into a deeper vortex. Everything I do is to protect you and prevent you from suffering more harm.” Princess Ziyang’s eyes softened, but remained firm, and her words were like a breeze.

Wei Yanren's face turned gloomy at that moment, like the dark clouds before a torrential rain. The disappointment and anger in his eyes flickered like a flame blown by the wind, swaying unsteadily. His body seemed to be hit by an invisible force, and he was icy cold from head to toe, as if he had just walked through a merciless icy rain. He slowly lowered his head, his lips tightly closed, like an insurmountable line of defense, and only squeezed out a cold word from between his tightly closed teeth, every word piercing his heart: "So, in your eyes, I am just a waste that is despised by others!"

When Princess Ziyang saw him like this, she couldn't help but tremble slightly in her heart, as if she was gently pricked by an invisible needle.

Her eyes, bright as stars, sparkled with understanding and encouragement, like the Big Dipper guiding the direction in the night sky, warm and firm.

She opened her lips gently, her voice soft and deep, without any blame, only full of sincerity: "Wei Yanren, here, everyone is equal, no one has the right to look down on others. Your strength is temporarily insufficient, which only means that you need more training and more challenges to shape yourself. Go back, let sweat be the furnace for you to build strength, as long as you are willing to pay and persevere, one day you will have the strength to complete any task, even surpass it. You must remember that what we respect is strength, not to laugh at the weak, but to appreciate those who continue to struggle and grow."

Hearing this, Wei Yanren turned around, his steps heavy and determined, every step seemed to crush the pride in his heart.

The sharpness in his eyes was replaced by a deep sense of loss, as if a bright lamp was swaying in the wind and rain and was about to go out.

Although his nod was slight, it was filled with unspeakable bitterness, a kind of helplessness in admitting failure, as well as the pain of self-reflection.

He turned around, and his back cast a long shadow in the setting sun, making him look lonely and desolate.

His shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was carrying an unbearable weight.

At that moment, it seemed that he was the only one left in his world, facing his regrets and remorse alone.

"I don't know myself!" His words echoed in the air, and every word was like a stone thrown into a lake, stirring up ripples. This was his self-blame, but also his awakening, a reflection on his blind self-confidence in the past, and a clearer understanding of the future.

"I won't be like this again!" This is the promise he made to himself, with firm determination and great courage. This is not only a farewell to the past, but also a promise to a new beginning. He wants to prove with his actions that he will become better, understand himself better, and know how to grasp the measure of life.

Wei Yanren left just like that, and his figure gradually disappeared in the courtyard of Princess Ziyang's Mansion.