The Great Dream God

There was a hint of mockery in Meng Jin's eyes. He unabashedly rolled his eyes at Princess Ziyang in front of him, as if to say, "This is a common problem among you nobles."

His voice was calm but powerful, and every word was like a nail nailed into the air. "You always boast of yourselves being great, as if the center of the world should revolve around you. When you talk about yourselves, you use poems of praise and paint glorious pictures. However, when you mention others, your words are full of contempt and disdain, as if others are dust and only you are the shining stars."

"You nobles are used to looking down on others, looking at the world with an arrogant perspective, and measuring everything with a sense of superiority. Your words always carry an indescribable sense of superiority, as if your life is magnificent and brilliant, while others' is just dull and dim. But you forget that everyone has his or her own light, regardless of status, whether rich or poor. This world is not just your stage, nor is it just your hymn."

Princess Ziyang swayed her body gently, her bright eyes sparkling with deep wisdom, and she seemed quite indifferent to the scene before her. Facing the excitement of others, she just shook her head gently, like a hydrangea swaying in the breeze, unmoved. "You have to know," her words were like the gurgling of a stream, calm and powerful, "tolerance is the attitude we should have towards the world. It is not only a kind of cultivation, but also a kind of power that can keep us sober in the complexity."

She looked at him, her eyes full of understanding and insight. "I understand your anger. But your current behavior is just pouring out your inner anger, which can't solve any problems, Meng Jin." Her words were like a gentle knife, cutting off unnecessary emotional bubbles. "Expressing emotions, whether it is joy or anger, is only a short-term catharsis. It can't change the facts, nor can it move things in a better direction."

"We must learn to analyze with reason and change with action, rather than being driven by emotions." Princess Ziyang continued, her tone firm and deep, "Every setback and trouble is an opportunity for us to grow. Only by acceptance and understanding can we find the real solution. So, Meng Jin, don't let anger blind your vision, don't let it hinder your progress." Every word she said was like a seed, quietly planted in the heart of the listener, waiting to take root and sprout.

Meng Jin was about to speak, his words lingering on his lips, but Xu Xiaofeng's action made him silent instantly. She gently stretched out her slender fingers, like a soft feather, and gently covered Meng Jin's lips. The delicate and gentle action seemed to be afraid of disturbing the spring water. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, like peach blossoms in early spring, shy and moving. She lowered her eyes slightly, and her long eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow on her eyelids, adding a bit of mystery and coquettishness.

"Husband," she called softly, her voice as delicate as silk, as if only the two of them could hear it, "I seem to have forgotten to tell you something." There was a hint of apology in her tone, but also an unconcealable joy, as if there was a sweet secret hidden, waiting to be revealed.

Meng Jin's eyes were full of curiosity. He looked at her with expectation in his heart. He knew that every word of Xu Xiaofeng could bring surprises, and every silence had a deep meaning. Their world became quiet at this moment, leaving only each other's heartbeat and her unfinished words. Every note hanging in the air was filled with unknown sweetness.

Meng Jin frowned, his eyes full of confusion and concern, staring at Xu Xiaofeng in front of him, as if trying to read the answer from her expression. His voice was soft but firm, full of friendship, "What's wrong? What happened? You look a little troubled. Is it that Princess Ziyang who is causing you trouble again? You know, as long as she is a little disrespectful to you, I will never sit idly by. I will help you get justice and let her know the price of bullying." Although his words were calm, the determination contained in them could not be ignored.

Xu Xiaofeng felt Meng Jin's concern, and a warm current surged in her heart. She looked at Meng Jin, and her deep eyes seemed to be able to accommodate all the troubles in the world.

She knew that Meng Jin was a man of his words, and his promises were not empty talk. Every time she faced difficulties from Princess Ziyang, it was Meng Jin who gave her strength and courage to face them. His presence was like a solid barrier, protecting her from wind and rain.

Xu Xiaofeng bit her lower lip gently, her eyes flashing with surprise and nervousness. She announced the news to him in a soft voice: "Do you know? I...I'm pregnant!"

A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, like the rising morning glow, reflecting the warmth and expectation of motherhood. As she spoke, her eyes revealed a hint of shyness, as if she was afraid that this sudden joy was too strong and would be unbearable.

Her words were full of disbelief, as if she herself could not believe it. She mentioned the careful doctor, whose diagnosis was like a bolt from the blue, allowing her to discover that a new life was quietly growing in her body in the short four months since you left. "The doctor said," she said with a tremor in her voice, "I'm already six months pregnant!" It was a mixture of surprise, joy and worry. Six months is enough time for a seed to grow into a small life, and it is also enough time for a love to sublimate in the waiting.

Xu Xiaofeng's hands gently covered her slightly protruding belly. The throbbing of life was her most precious secret at the moment. Her eyes were full of longing for the future, and at the same time, she was filled with deep longing for you.

Meng Jin's pupils dilated instantly, as if he had seen an incredible spectacle. He pointed at his nose in disbelief, his voice full of shock and confusion: "Is it mine?" This news was like a bolt from the blue, striking deep into his heart.

Xu Xiaofeng looked at him with a firm gaze and nodded slightly. There was a hint of pride and unquestionableness in her tone: "Yes, you are the first and the only one. Except for you, I have not let any man enter my life." Her words were like a string of beads, stringing together the exclusive memories between them.

Princess Ziyang was standing aside, her lips curled up in a warm smile, her eyes flashing with encouragement and expectation for Meng Jin: "Meng Jin, how do you feel? Isn't this the most unexpected surprise in life? You're about to become a father!" Her voice was soft and solemn, as if announcing the arrival of a new life.

At this moment, Meng Jin's world seemed to be redefined. He felt the weight of responsibility and the impact of joy intertwined.