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The next morning, Jing Chunxi woke up in the Queen's Jingren Palace. Princess Anyang had slept with her last night.

The brocade quilt embroidered with gold and phoenix was so warm that it made people feel lazy. Princess Anyang had already dressed neatly and did not ask anyone to come in to help her wash and dress.

Last night, after she handed over all the drugs and poisons she could retrieve from her space, she refused to leave the palace alone to avoid danger. Xu Zize finally gave in and personally escorted her to Jingren Palace, which was heavily guarded on the third floor.

The Queen, Princess Anyang, and the two princes surrounded her, watching her finish her nourishing soup and porridge, and then urged her to wash and change her clothes.

At the end, I clearly remember that a few of them were still talking, but somehow they fell into a deep sleep - now that I think about it, there must have been a sedative put in that cup of red date and wolfberry tea.

Who else but Xu Zize could have done this? He was using her medicine to plot against her again.

"Xuecheng, what's going on outside?" Jing Chunxi looked at the morning sun streaming in through the carved window lattices, still feeling uneasy. Princess Anyang, who was dressing herself, turned around at the sound, the pearl-colored hairpins on her temples shimmering.

"It's a beautiful day again today." The princess smiled and suddenly came over, opening her arms to embrace her tightly. The warm fragrance of her brocade palace dress filled her face. "It's a pity that they're still cleaning outside. I can't visit the Imperial Garden today."

Seeing that Jing Chunxi was still frowning, he whispered, "My eldest brother came before dawn and said that the thieves have been captured without a single one left. He just told us not to go out today."

"Was it really last night? Was there really a secret passage in the Eastern Palace?" Jing Chunxi asked tentatively. Although he didn't know how much Princess Anyang knew, he still wanted to verify how much the tragic scene in his dream overlapped with reality.

"There really is a secret passage. Fortunately, my eldest brother prepared enough drugs, otherwise, how could he have drugged so many thieves?"

Princess Anyang said as she threw back the quilt and crawled in, her delicate feet rubbing against the warm brocade quilt. "My mother just sent someone to investigate, and they came back saying that those two people pouring out of the secret passage were like ants moving house, and the people who had been knocked out were piled higher than a haystack."

She suddenly winked cunningly: "My eldest brother specifically instructed me not to let anyone die in the Eastern Palace, saying that he was afraid that my sister would feel uncomfortable living there in the future. He used drugs to knock her out."

"Oh, I almost forgot!" The princess tapped her forehead. "My eldest brother asked me to tell you that the main culprit has also been captured alive and imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison with that man. Please consider your fate."

Seeing Jing Chunxi's eyes lowered and he remained silent, she carefully tucked in the corner of the quilt and added, "My eldest brother told me to wait for him patiently. He will come and take me back to the palace after he has dealt with the matter."

"I understand." Jing Chunxi slid down the soft pillow into the warm quilt, sinking into the cloud-like brocade mattress. Outside the window, birds chirped, and the sunlight stretched the shadows on the window frame.

Just be fine.

I was dreaming again.

What she saw in her dream was a sea of ​​red. The ground, the corridor, the house, and even the yard were all bright red. The red was so strong that it almost burned her eyes. It was like cinnabar was splashed, or like it was soaked in the sunset glow, layer upon layer, covering the sky and the earth.

Jing Chunxi also dreamed of many different kinds of people, with figures moving around in the dream. Most of them had smiles on their faces, but those smiles seemed to be engraved on their faces, warm yet empty; but there were also some who were sarcastic and mean, with hooks at the corners of their mouths and eyebrows, and ice in their eyes.

It was more of an indescribable complex expression, neither smiling nor worried, a mixture of scrutiny, calculation, indifference and superficial congratulations, which made her feel heavy and suffocated in her heart, and it was a bit difficult to put into words.

Then I dreamed I was in a different place, no longer in that bustling yet secluded courtyard. I was in a huge house I had never seen before. The space was tall, deep, and spacious, with carved beams and painted buildings. Apart from the ubiquitous, almost suffocating red, the color was almost entirely bright, golden yellow, dazzling the eyes.

The most eye-catching pair of large red candles, as thick as children's arms, were burning fiercely. The dazzling bright flames shot high, jumping and flickering restlessly, swallowing and spitting out light, as if dancing happily, casting huge swaying shadows, shrouding the luxurious room in a hazy light and shadow.

The soft, thick red carpet beneath her feet stretched forward as if it had no end, leading her step by step to the intricately carved golden-threaded wooden bed in the depths of the room, which was hung with a thick, heavy red curtain woven with gold.

Seeing that there was no one around and it was so quiet that only the sound of her own heartbeat and the crackling of the candlelight could be heard, her strong curiosity overcame the inexplicable uneasiness, and she couldn't help but quickly reach out and suddenly lift up the heavy red curtain, wanting to see what was going on inside.

"How beautiful!" Inside the bed, atop the layers of quilt, lay a heap of gorgeous, voluptuous roses, their petals still gleaming with dewdrops. Their fragrance was rich and captivating. The blossoms were so densely packed, almost overflowing, forming a small mountain of flowers. Jing Chunxi had never seen anything like it before, and couldn't help but exclaim in delight.

Perhaps it was because the surprise was so sudden and intense that it jolted her awake. She flung her eyes open, her heart still racing. The blazing red and the delicate flower shadows still seemed to linger before her eyes. She froze for a moment, unable to tell where she was or what day it was.

When I regained consciousness, the first thing that came to my mind was a strong feeling of regret. I felt deeply sad and sorry for the bed of flowers that was gone in the blink of an eye and I didn't have the chance to take a closer look at.

"What's so beautiful? Xi'er!"

A deep and familiar male voice suddenly came into my ears, with a hint of subtle tension and inquiry.

Jing Chunxi looked in the direction of the voice and saw Xu Zize sitting on the embroidered cushion in front of the bed, staring at her intently. He seemed to have come in a hurry, and there was a cold air about him.

Xu Zize has been busy all night and has not had any rest, but there is no sign of fatigue in his eyes. The person who should have dark circles under his eyes does not have any sign of fatigue on his face, but looks energetic.

But when he looked at her, his eyes were extremely complicated, with deep affection surging in them, like spring water that almost drowned people, mixed with obvious regret and fear, but between his eyebrows there was a hint of relief and tenderness of regaining what had been lost. All kinds of emotions intertwined, making his handsome face show an extremely moving look.

It was precisely because of these words she shouted unconsciously in her dream that Xu Zize secretly found it funny, but he felt more of a sense of relief as if a huge rock had been lifted from his chest.

He thought about the past. She would always fall into nightmares at the most critical moments, but he was not by her side at that time, leaving her to bear the fear and anxiety alone. When Xu Zize thought of this, he felt heartbroken.