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Chapter 7: A Dream of Millet
Wen Qingyu took off her outer garment and stepped into the bathtub.
Soaking in the medicinal bath was already torturous, and with the wound on her knee, the pain was unimaginable. The medicinal water was steaming, yet Wen Qingyu broke out in a cold sweat from the agony.
She didn't know when she fainted from the pain. When she woke up, she was already dressed neatly on the bed, her hair also dry and tidy.
Before long, Wen Qingyu experienced a second blood transfusion. This time it went smoothly, but with toxins accumulating in her body, her condition continued to deteriorate.
On this day, the snow had stopped, and the sunlight was pleasant. Wrapped in a thick cloak, Wen Qingyu sat in the courtyard reading an old poetry book with frayed edges. Before long, she became too weak and fell asleep.
She was in a light sleep when she suddenly woke up to a hand resting on her cheek. A man stood before her against the light, leaning down to look at her, his handsome face adorned with a gentle smile.
Wen Qingyu was momentarily stunned and murmured, "Yan Zhi Xi?"
"Yes, it's me." Yan Zhi Xi leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Qing'er, I misunderstood you. Can we start over?"
Every word he spoke was filled with regret and sincerity.
With just that one sentence, Wen Qingyu's tears flowed uncontrollably. Her lips trembled slightly as she said, "You finally recognized me."
She threw herself into Yan Zhi Xi's arms, crying like a child who had suffered great injustice.
"Your Highness, wake up."
When Peach Blossom woke Wen Qingyu, she was stunned for a long time before realizing it was just a fleeting dream.
But how could she dream of Yan Zhi Xi? How could she possibly dream of Yan Zhi Xi?
Wen Qingyu suddenly felt afraid. Yan Zhi Xi had harmed her entire family and forced her to become Wen Ruxue's medicine person. She thought she hated him to the core, yet deep down, she still yearned for him...
Wen Qingyu, how can you be so shameless? Even if you die, how will you face your relatives in the Underworld?
She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her flesh: "I need some time alone; you can go ahead and be busy."
"Your Highness, have you forgotten? Today is Consort Xue's birthday, and the Emperor has ordered all the palace ladies to celebrate for Consort X." Peach Blossom reminded her.
Ever since learning about the Wen family's disaster, especially after Wen Ruxue stirred up trouble, she wished nothing more than to drink her blood and eat her flesh. Now asking her to celebrate for her was absolutely impossible.
But after a moment of silence, she changed her mind, her gaze resolute: "Peach Blossom, help me get ready properly."
When Wen Qingyu arrived at Mu Xue Palace, the banquet had already started for a while. As soon as she stepped into the hall, the lively atmosphere instantly froze.
She gracefully bowed, "This humble servant greets Your Majesty."
Yan Zhi Xi sat in the high seat, staring unblinkingly at Wen Qingyu. Today, Wen Qingyu had dressed meticulously in a light purple gown that accentuated her slender figure, making her look like a wisp of delicate smoke—beautiful to the point of being breathtaking.
The vacant expression in Yan Zhi Xi's eyes stirred a strong sense of jealousy in Wen Ruxue.
All along, she had feared that Yan Zhi Xi would develop feelings for Wen Qingyu. The reason she poisoned Wen Qingyu in the first place was to eliminate this source of anxiety that kept her tossing and turning at night.
"Your Majesty." Wen Ruxue handed a cup of wine to Yan Zhi Xi, teasingly saying, "Sister is just so beautiful; I see that Your Majesty is almost losing your soul over her."
Yan Zhi Xi suddenly came back to his senses. Wen Ruxue's words made him feel a bit displeased; how could he possibly be attracted to this malicious woman?
He drank the wine, and his gaze became indifferent again. "Consort Yu truly seems to care less about me; it seems there is nothing in the entire palace that you hold in regard."
Wen Qingyu lowered her head, her eyelashes fluttering. "I know my crime; I am willing to perform a dance to entertain Consort Xue's banquet."
Wen Ruxue wanted to shout a refusal. She knew that Wen Qingyu's dancing skills were unparalleled, and she would not allow this woman any opportunity to seduce the Emperor.
However, Yan Zhi Xi gazed deeply at Wen Qingyu for a moment and said, "Approved."
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