A piece of Japanese incense

Zhi Yihe hugged Feng Zhixu's thighs tightly and begged, "Your Highness, please don't abandon He'er. Please believe me, no matter what the consequences are, He'er will bear them all and will never let Your Highness be implicated in any way."

Feng Zhixu squatted down and wiped the tears from Zhiyi's cheeks with a handkerchief: "He'er, forget it! If someone really investigates Zhiyu's death, I will bear everything alone. You can just be a wife and live a peaceful life."

Zhi Yihe's eyes were blurred with tears. She shook her head anxiously: "No, no! It has nothing to do with Your Highness! It's all He'er! Your Highness..."

(Don’t be in love, the guy’s words and deeds just want you to take the blame! Oh! This dream is also puzzling, I actually dreamed of marrying my cousin——)

Deep in the dim and damp dungeon, only a faint candlelight illuminated the rows of rusty iron bars.

A woman passed through a series of heavy iron doors and finally saw a man. She grabbed the fence and said with some incredible joy and compassion in her voice: "Your Highness! Your Highness Zhixu!"

I walked closer and took a closer look, then I recognized that the woman with acne-covered face, broad face, and eyes so small that they were almost invisible was actually Zhi Yihe!

Her skin was really bad. Her dark yellow face was covered with spots and blemishes, and looked like a piece of orange peel that had not been cared for for a long time.

The dress was wrinkled, with a few drops of unknown liquid visible at the neckline. The hem of the dress was dragging on the ground, covered in dust.

(I am being too unkind to myself by just dreaming like this!)

I looked through Zhi Yihe's eyes and observed the man imprisoned in the prison. His long hair was disheveled on his shoulders, his hands and feet were bound by heavy shackles, the friction between the metal and the skin was a bloody mess, and every slight movement would cause a painful tremor.

He lowered his head and collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, and the life force seemed to be slowly draining away from every pore of his body.

Is he really Feng Zhixu? The young man who was once full of vigor, fresh and handsome, now looks miserable and decadent under the shadow of the cold stone wall.

The jailer opened the cell door. Zhi Yihe subconsciously covered his mouth and nose with his hands and rushed forward. His hand was about to touch Feng Zhixu, but it stopped in mid-air.

A glimmer of life flashed in Feng Zhixu's eyes. His dirty, blood-scab-covered hands grabbed the hem of Zhi Yihe's skirt: "Zhi Yihe? Are you here to rescue me? Jinqi sent you to release me, right?

Zhi Yihe took off her dress bit by bit, took a half step back, and said in a soft voice: "Your Highness... Zhixu... let me... take a look at you."

Like the cry of a crow in the night, Feng Zhixu's laughter was harsh and sinister: "Zhi Yihe! Why do you look like this!"

Zhi Yihe fiddled with the hair on his temples and gave a forced and brief smile: "Zhi Xu, you have suffered."

"Humph! Are you the one who's here to see me off for the last time?"

"Zhi Xu, you've said it all. Perhaps, there is still a glimmer of hope. How can we... compete with him..."

"We? Bah! You idiot! Don't even bother to talk to me!"

"Zhi Xu, he has already sat on the throne, why are you still struggling..."

"Zhi Yihe! Do you have a brain? Do you think the number of dead people is not enough? He killed your whole family, slaughtered your relatives, and poisoned you, and you still didn't realize it? How pathetic!"

Zhi Yihe was unable to accept it for a moment, and fell to the ground, mumbling in disbelief: "Why do you say that?! What did you say..."

"Why do you think everyone around you left you? Zhi Yihe! Use your brain! If your father wasn't Zhi Yian, do you think you would still be alive today?"

Zhi Yihe tightly grasped his collar, her eyes filled with anger and confusion. She shouted loudly: "Zhi Xu...what do you know? Tell me! Zhi Xu! Tell me!"

"Zhi Xu! Zhi Xu!"

"Girl! Girl!"

"Go and inform the prince consort! Miss Zhi is awake!"

"He'er! He'er!"

The dim candlelight began to flicker, like the call of distant stars, gradually dispelling the abyss of unconsciousness.

The sounds around me gradually emerged from the blurry dungeon. My grandfather’s call and the conversations of the crowd intertwined into a warm web, pulling me back into this world full of colors and sounds.

I struggled to break free from the restraints and opened my eyes, which had been closed for a long time, with difficulty.

Grandfather plucked out the silver needles on my head one by one; Yuyi sat at the foot of the bed, tears streaming down her face; Yutuan wrung out the towel in her hand and hurried towards me; the princess stood outside the bed curtain, staring at me anxiously...

My tongue seemed to have forgotten how to use it, and my throat felt like something was stuck in it. I struggled to utter a few words: "Grandfather..."

"Be good and wake up!" Grandfather's tone was calm, like a gentle breeze that blew through my heart, bringing peace and comfort.

"Thank you for your hard work, Doctor Yun!" said the princess.

"I am grateful to Her Royal Highness the Princess for rescuing me! My granddaughter is in a coma. If Her Royal Highness had not urgently summoned me to the palace, I would still be at a loss..."

"Doctor Yun, there is no need to worry too much! Yihe will be taken care of by me and my husband in the palace. Now that she has woken up, it's good..."

(Have I fallen into a coma? No wonder this dream lasted so long... I need to digest it well!)

"Girl! You scared me! You were chatting happily with me the night before, but I couldn't wake you up the next day no matter how hard I called you!" Yuyi leaned her head on my arms, very emotional.

After Yu Tuan sent his grandfather out of the palace, he returned with a huge box.

"Where did you get such a big wooden box?" Yu Yi asked curiously.

"This is a gift from His Highness Feng Zhixu! The box is filled with popular comic books outside the palace these days! There is also the only remaining copy of "Researching the Gods" in Mijun Bookstore! In addition, our yard is full of jasmine flowers! It is said that the girl can smell the fragrance of flowers when she wakes up!"

"Hey? Why is there jasmine in this winter?"

"I don't know. I see that the branches are wrapped tightly, probably to keep out the cold and keep warm."

Speaking of Feng Zhixu, I couldn't help but think of the scene in my dream where he was covered in wounds, and I felt a little melancholy: "You two can find two people later to move all the flowers into the house~"

Yuyi pulled the curtain and walked out of the inner room. I lay on my side with my back against the wall, one hand under my head.

From under the soft pillow, I took out the box containing the golden lantern.

It seems that I started dreaming ever since I placed the wooden box under my pillow...but as far as I know, it does not have any hallucinogenic effect!

So how do I explain the scene in my dream? Is it true that it can evoke the memories of the dead as recorded in ancient books?

Bah! Bah! Bah! I was alive and well, how could I be dead?

But the Zhi Yihe in my dream looks exactly like me! Ahhhhh! I’m going crazy!