webnovelfull Chapter 452 The Fifth Dream (1)
Chapter 452 The Fifth Dream (1)
After dinner, the wet nurse prepared to take Zhaozhao away.
Shen Fuhan and Wen Jiayue discussed, "Why don't we let Zhaozhao sleep in the bedroom tonight?"
Wen Jiayue felt like the sun had risen in the west, but she understood his thoughts and nodded in agreement.
The family of three lay on the bed, and Shen Fuhan suggested, "After we settle the matter with the eldest princess, let's take Zhaozhao to Fuming Temple to fulfill our vow."
Wen Jiayue hummed in agreement: "Do you know why I haven't brought up the matter of fulfilling my vow since I finished my postpartum confinement?"
"Is it related to a past life?"
“Yes, that day at Fuming Temple, you left early. On my way back, I encountered bandits. Ruyi was killed by them while protecting me and Zhaozhao…”
She couldn't bear to say anything more; Shen Fuhan already understood.
He sighed softly, "It's my fault."
If he hadn't left, perhaps he wouldn't have suffered this misfortune.
Wen Jiayue shook her head: "The Emperor summoned me urgently, so I had no choice but to go. This is not your fault."
The more Shen Fuhan talked, the heavier his heart became.
He asked in a low voice, "Was I a terrible husband in my past life?"
"It's good that you know," Wen Jiayue said, pursing her lips. "It's a blessing that I can forgive you."
“What A-Yue said is true.”
After chatting for a while, Wen Jiayue felt a little sleepy.
She yawned and mumbled, "I'm going to sleep now."
Shen Fuhan responded with an "okay," watching as she closed her eyes and her breathing gradually became calm.
Zhao Zhao had already fallen asleep, and was smacking her little lips, perhaps dreaming of eating a lion's head meatball.
Shen Fuhan looked at the mother and daughter and gently held their warm hands.
Only in this way can the panicked heart be calmed down a little.
He stared at their sleeping faces, his mind filled with countless thoughts, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
Before you know it, dawn is breaking.
Shen Fuhan put on his coat, got up, and gently kissed both the big and small children on the face before leaving.
After checking in at the Dali Temple, he went to the Imperial Prison.
As he walked inside, he heard the jailer report: "Lord Shen, it seems that Her Highness the Princess has caught a cold today. What should we do?"
The implication was that he was being asked if he wanted to call a doctor to come and take a look.
Shen Fuhan said calmly, "It's cold in winter, and the princess is delicate and fragile. It's perfectly normal for her to catch a cold occasionally. There's no need to worry about it."
The jailer said cautiously, "But what if the Emperor finds out..."
“The Emperor will not know,” Shen Fuhan said impatiently. “If you are not competent for this job, I will find someone else to guard it.”
The jailer quickly replied, "I will follow Lord Shen's orders."
Shen Fuhan told him to step back and walked straight ahead.
As soon as he got closer, Li Zhilan saw him and said angrily, "Shen Fuhan, how dare you!"
However, she was ill, her face was pale, her voice was weak, and her momentum was ultimately weakened.
Shen Fuhan said indifferently, "It's just giving them a taste of their own medicine."
"Aren't you afraid that the Emperor will find out that you poisoned me in prison?"
Li Zhilan clung tightly to the railing, his eyes wide with rage, and upon closer inspection, a deep fear was hidden in them.
She originally thought Shen Fuhan was just trying to scare her, after all, she was still Princess Yongzhen, and the Emperor still cared about her as his elder sister, so he hadn't yet convicted her.
To her surprise, Shen Fuhan actually gave her the Bone-Corroding Powder!
"So what if the Emperor knows?" Shen Fuhan scoffed. "You'll already be dead by then."
Li Zhilan broke down and shouted, "You're insane!"
"I haven't even done anything more outrageous yet," Shen Fuhan said quietly. "Why is Your Highness so impatient?"
Li Zhilan, panting heavily, asked, "What...what else do you want to do?!"
“You should ask yourself that question,” Shen Fuhan said condescendingly. “What you did when you imprisoned my second brother in the princess’s residence back then will determine what awaits you.”
"How dare you!" Li Zhilan rebuked, her voice trembling with fear. "I am the Princess Yongzhen, personally appointed by His Majesty!"
"If you fall into my hands, you will be a prisoner, and your words will not count."
Shen Fuhan said calmly, "However, I will give you a few more days. After all, my second brother was also ill at that time. I will send someone over after you have been ill for a few more days."
He referred to himself as "your humble servant," yet his words were nothing but treasonous and disrespectful.
He asked, "I wonder what kind of man the Princess prefers now? Your humble servant will try to satisfy your tastes. What do you think of your male favorite?"
Li Zhilan completely broke down: "I absolutely will not allow it! Absolutely not!"
Shen Fuhan curled his lips into a cold smile and said, "Next time we meet, I will bring him here so you can enjoy yourself for three days and three nights."
He walked away leisurely, stepping over Li Zhilan's agonizing cries.
He would never do such a thing, but it was enough to scare Li Zhilan for days.
His goal was achieved by making her suffer from illness and live in constant fear.
The next time they meet will only be to discuss her death date with the Emperor.
After a busy day at the Dali Temple, Shen Fuhan returned to the Marquis's residence.
After dinner, Shen Fuhan said, "I'm going to take a nap on the couch."
Knowing that he was about to enter a dream, Wen Jiayue asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Need not."
Wen Jiayue thought for a moment and asked, "Can I stay here?"
She was somewhat curious about the process of entering a dream.
Shen Fuhan nodded: "As long as you don't wake me up, it's fine."
Wen Jiayue then told Ruyi that no one was allowed to disturb her, and sat on the bed to pick up a book and start reading.
Shen Fuhan gazed at her gentle profile and closed his eyes.
As I was drifting off to sleep, a white light flashed before my eyes.
In his dream, it was drizzling, and Shen Fuhan could even feel the dampness and the sadness surrounding him.
He didn't open the umbrella; he just stood quietly in place, looking at what was in front of him.
Shen Fuhan followed his gaze and his breath caught in his throat.
One grave, two tombstones.
In his dream, Shen Fuhan bent down and wiped the rainwater off the tombstone, repeatedly stroking the character "Wen" with his fingertips.
He said in a low voice, "Ah Yue, I'm late. I only dared to come see you after I avenged you and Zhao Zhao. Are you angry with me?"
After saying that, he gave a self-deprecating laugh and answered his own question, "I guess it's my fault. It's been so long, and he hasn't come to visit me in my dreams."
Shen Fuhan frowned as he stared at his half-white hair and aged face. Was he only taking revenge now?
Did he mistake his own age, or was revenge simply too difficult to handle?
Just as he finished thinking this, Shen Fuhan smiled bitterly and said, "Even if you come, you probably won't recognize me. I don't even recognize myself in this state."
He knelt before the tombstone, murmuring, "A-Yue, A-Yue..."
He lowered his head, and hot tears mixed with cold rain fell.