The Great Dream God

Xiao Cui, the maid who used to be as gentle and demure as jasper, now showed a completely different side that shocked people. The corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining an extremely cunning smile, like a crescent moon blinking strangely and seductively in the dark night sky. The cunning light and wanton expression flashing in her eyes were like stars dancing wildly in the vast universe, full of mystery, making it difficult for people to figure out her true intentions.

Meng Jin could not help but let out a silent exclamation from deep in his heart when he saw this scene. He felt a subversive shock, as if the order of the entire universe was reversed in his sight, the stars lost their color, and the mountains and rivers were broken. The Xiao Cui he once knew was like a cunning fox at this moment, using the most unexpected means to impact his inherent cognitive boundaries, which shocked him.

He was swayed by the impact of a violent storm, his body and mind were ruthlessly baptized, as if he had experienced a hurricane of the soul, blowing his past tranquility into pieces. That feeling was like being deeply torn by invisible claws, cruelly tainting his pure heart that had never been in the world, leaving marks that could not be healed.

He collapsed to the ground with his eyes closed, trying to escape from the cruel reality, but the painful truth followed him like a shadow, tightly wrapped around his heart, making him unable to break free, and he could only endure the suffocating pain alone in the darkness. All this seemed to be just a simple body search, but it was like a subversive storm, sweeping away all his peace and comfort.

Princess Ziyang, the woman as bright as the moonlight and as noble as the purple sky, held the jade pendant in her hand, her eyes were cold and deep, as if the stars were all in her. She sat high on the throne, wearing a brocade robe like flowing clouds, with gold and silver threads glittering in the sun, reflecting her indifferent and majestic smile, like frost and snow in winter, chilling the heart. She nodded gently, and every movement was full of endless dignity and majesty, as if she was declaring an irrefutable fact.

"People like you," her words were like hail hitting the other person, and every word was chilling, "he actually disregards the personal dignity of others and has no scruples to pry into other people's privacy. What's more hateful is that he dares to reveal these unknown secrets and expose them in public! This behavior is simply to satisfy his endless greed and despicable ambitions! Such vile and despicable means are really outrageous and make people angry!" Her voice echoed in the hall, and every note carried the sharp edge of condemnation, like a storm on the strings of a guqin, fierce and ruthless.

The princess's eyes showed a deep sigh for the fickleness of the world, and a clear understanding of the cunning of human hearts. Her smile was breathtakingly beautiful, but also chillingly cold. This was not only an exposure of crime, but also a ruthless criticism of moral degradation, and a firm defense of justice and morality. Behind this high-handed sneer, there was a deep condemnation of the evil in the world.

Princess Ziyang, the gorgeous woman like the morning glow, glanced sideways and her sight fell on her personal maid Xiaocui. That glance was like autumn water with smoke, deep but revealing an unquestionable determination. "Honghua, show this ignorant man a little color! Let him know how powerful we are!" She solemnly ordered the maid beside her. Her voice was crisp and pleasant, like pearls falling on a jade plate, and as melodious as a yellow warbler leaving the valley, but the firm will contained in it was unquestionable.

Xiao Cui, with a helpless smile flashing in her lively eyes, nodded slightly, knowing in her heart that the noble princess had forgotten her name once again. Her name, the name with green vitality, seemed to be replaced by the bright red flower in the princess's mouth. However, this was not important. What was important was that she understood that every gesture and every call from the princess was a silent trust and reliance on her.

She is not a red flower, she is Xiao Cui, a quiet green beside Princess Ziyang, and an indispensable part of Princess Ziyang's life. No matter how confused her name is, she always stands there, silently guarding, and being loyal. This misunderstanding has become a unique tacit understanding between them, a silent contract that only the two of them know. So, Xiao Cui did not correct it, but just silently accepted this beautiful misunderstanding, ready to execute the Princess's orders, interpreting her duty and loyalty with actions.

Deep inside the magnificent mansion of Princess Ziyang, a room was lit with flickering lights and a warm atmosphere. Princess Ziyang was wearing a luxurious brocade robe, lazily leaning on a soft couch, holding her personal maid Xiao Cui tightly in her arms. Xiao Cui's petite body looked particularly fragile in the moonlight, her fair face was dyed red like the sunset by the princess's hot breath, and her eyes were flashing with surprise and shyness.

The princess's eyes were fixed on the curtain, where a mysterious shadow jade was projected, playing a series of exciting scenes. Those scenes seemed like real stories, and every detail was full of tension and excitement, which made Princess Ziyang hold her breath. "Look at these plots, how exciting they are!" She whispered softly, her voice was as gentle and firm as the whisper in the night wind, "Xiao Cui, look, every word and every sentence is the crystallization of our sweat and hard work, they represent the ideals and beliefs in our hearts, and are the glorious proof of our just battle!"

Her eyes were full of affection, as if she could see the thrilling scenes behind the words.

Suddenly, Princess Ziyang's mouth curled up with a hint of ruthlessness. She gently bit Xiaocui's shoulder, with moderate force, but enough to leave a faint mark on the delicate skin. Xiaocui instantly let out a suppressed cry, and the sound echoed in the quiet night, like broken glass fragments piercing people's hearts. However, before the cry completely dissipated, Princess Ziyang suddenly woke up from her dream, her face as pale as paper.

She covered her face tightly with both hands, and the fine beads of sweat on her forehead slipped down quietly like spring dew after rain. At this moment, what surged in her heart was not only fear, but also deep regret and self-blame. She knew very well that she was now deeply trapped in the chess game carefully laid out by Meng Jin, a cunning chess player, and the opponent successfully peeked into her secrets in an incomprehensible way. This behavior is undoubtedly the most cruel and ruthless trampling and violation of the privacy rights of others! At this moment, her heart was full of anger and helplessness-anger at the opponent's despicable tricks, and it did not help her own imprisonment. However, in this seemingly chaotic and disordered puzzle, she did not choose to sit and wait for death, but was determined to break through the shackles and solve the mystery with her own wisdom and courage, and let the villain who dared to invade her privacy pay the price!