The Prince Consort's Beloved

There are sounds from outside the dream mixed in.

"What happened? Why did Xiaorou faint? Was it because of the hardship during pregnancy?"

"This... I don't know either... Master, please go in and take a look first..."

The little monk's shouting came from far away: "Master, Master, the cook suspects that you have hidden something and wants to search your room!"

A furious voice rang out sharply: "What? Damn it, he's not done yet. Just wait, today it's either him or death!"

The young monk corrected him: "You are wrong, Master. It means that either he dies or you die."

"Why should I die? It's him who should die!"

The scene in Li Yuanrou's dream was interrupted and suddenly switched to the third life.

After another hundred years of longing, he finally endured until his life was exhausted. On his deathbed, he murmured to himself: "Once I fall into a dream, I will never wake up. All the prosperity is gone. If our fate in the next life is not over, I would rather let down the world than you... Zhao Zhao, I have let you down. In the next life, I will not repeat the same mistake. You should also be a good boy and stop being so stubborn and cruel..."

He sighed sadly: "I just don't know if there is an afterlife. If there is an afterlife..."

The sound outside the door came in again.

The young monk advised: "Master, forget it. You can't beat him. If you take a step back, you will have a broader horizon. You must stay calm."

"Don't stop me. If I don't kill him today, my Taoism will be ruined!"

"Master, it is the Buddha's heart, the Buddha's heart..."

"Oh, stop arguing, Master Host, you should go in and see my master first..."

The door was suddenly pushed open, Li Yuanrou opened her eyes, and the sound before the picture was cut off was still echoing in her ears.

"If there is an afterlife, I will not be an emperor, nor a powerful official. I only wish to be the person by your side, the person you like, the person you need. I will not fight for anything, but will guard you with all my heart, love you and protect you..."

Mr. Interpreter said to Daya, "You're awake now. Isn't that all right?"

He approached, and Li Yuanrou glared at him with red, tearful eyes. She yelled, "What are you arguing about?"

Mr. Interpreter was stunned, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. He stepped forward and looked at her: "Girl, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

Daya said worriedly: "Princess, are you feeling unwell? Please tell me."

Li Yuanrou glared at the two of them angrily, her eyes filled with tears, her brows furrowed tightly as if she was trying her best to endure. She suddenly buried her face in her hands and burst into tears. Mr. Interpreter and Daya looked at her blankly, and Qingluan, who was standing outside the door, also frowned.

Daya looked sad and asked her in a low voice: "Master, did you dream about the Prince Consort?..."

Mr. Interpreter spoke cautiously: "How about we go out and you sleep for a while?"

Li Yuanrou raised her head and gently wiped away the tears on her face: "I won't sleep anymore. It's not a good dream..."

She said to herself: "I won't watch it anymore. I can't finish it. It hurts too much to pull out the bones. I can't bear to watch it..."

She suddenly turned to the fortune teller and asked hastily, "Is this life good?"

Mr. Interpreter was stunned when he heard this. Xiao Luobai had asked him the same question last time in the Guanyin Temple. So, Li Yuanrou, like Xiao Luobai, had memories of her past life?

He looked at Li Yuanrou with complicated eyes, not knowing how to answer.

Seeing that he remained silent, Li Yuanrou spoke again, her tone filled with expectations for the future: "Is this life good? We have all changed, so it is good, right?"

The fortune teller shook his head and said helplessly: "The world is unpredictable but has a fixed plan. Life is fixed but unpredictable. I don't know the details."

Li Yuanrou's tearful eyes fixed on his face, and she was a little angry. She asked in a rather tough tone: "How could you not know? You know so much, how could you not know!"

Mr. Interpreter sighed with regret, a trace of worry rising in his heart: "I am not a god, I am also a human being. I will vomit if I drink too much, and I will feel pain if I am beaten. I am just an ordinary person..."

Li Yuanrou showed disappointment on her face. She suddenly thought of something, quickly got out of bed, held her belly and walked quickly to the door. Daya quickly followed: "Princess, please slow down..."

Li Yuanrou walked to the door and looked at Qingluan firmly: "I want to go to Beiluo, I want to find him."

Qingluan lowered her eyes, unable to bear to see her disappointed any longer.

Li Yuanrou called her persistently: "Qingluan?"

Qing Luan's eyes were solemn. One hand touched the man's sword beside her. She said calmly, "For some reason, the fighting between the two countries has become more intense than before. There are flames everywhere and refugees everywhere..."

She paused, her tone a little hesitant: "It's not easy to walk..."

Daya whispered, "Your body...you will be giving birth in another three or two months..."

Li Yuanrou was immediately deflated. She had taken it for granted. In her current state, she couldn't go anywhere.

She said weakly, "Let's go back home."

The fortune teller ran forward and took out two yellow paper talismans folded into a triangle from the sleeves of his wide monk robe: "Health talismans, two, from the orthodox Tianshi Mansion lineage, it took me a lot of effort to draw them, don't open them, or they will become ineffective, and they can't touch water..."

The fortune teller repeated all the precautions in one breath. Li Yuanrou nodded dejectedly, took the talisman and walked out in a daze.

The fortune teller looked at her from behind and sang loudly: "A fish swims in the water, it is both the tail and the head."

After the fortune teller finished shouting, a look of deep fatigue appeared on his face. He wondered if this had been considered as revealing the secret of heaven, and whether he would be struck by lightning again.

Li Yuanrou felt dead and didn't listen.

Daya felt that the fortune teller was very mysterious. Although he was a little unorthodox, this just proved that he was a master. The more powerful a person is, the more different they are from the norm.

She approached the fortune teller and lowered her voice to ask, "Master, if my master suffers from insomnia, is there any way to solve it?"

Mr. Interpreter's face regained the casualness he had when facing his own people, but he looked a little out of spirits.

"Tell her to stop thinking too much. Her mind is full of random thoughts. It's hard for her to fall asleep. If she can't do it, let her do some manual labor, such as digging the soil and planting vegetables."

The princess was digging the soil? As Daya looked at the fortune teller, she gradually lost the trust and admiration she had for the monk at the beginning.

"Why are you looking at me like that, little girl? Am I... am I wrong? Moving more will help you sleep better and even help with childbirth."

Daya wanted to say that it would be better to drink some wine sent by King Yun, but after thinking about it, she decided not to. If she said that, the fortune teller might look at her the same way. After all, who would drink alcohol when she is pregnant?

She resolutely turned around and quickly followed Li Yuanrou. The fortune teller walked back with heavy steps, looking very tired. The two talismans really took up too much of his energy.