Chapter 116 Extra – Nightmare
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Jiang Yanchi vaguely heard the chirping of birds, and a cold wind brushed his face.
Suddenly opening his eyes, he found himself lying by the lake again, with a throbbing headache. The blurry surroundings gradually became clear. The familiar scene made his mind go blank.
It was late autumn, by the lake, with palace maids hurriedly passing by.
Climbing to the lakeside once again, he saw his thirteen or fourteen-year-old self. Looking at his small hands, he fell into deep confusion again.
Jiang Yanchi got up and heard a palace maid recognizing him, bowing towards him, “Your Highness.”
He had been reborn.
Hmm, again? Why again?
Shaking his head forcefully, his thoughts seemed to become unclear.
When he finally sorted out his chaotic thoughts, only one sentence remained in his mind.
Starting over, everything could start over. In the previous life, Chu Xie had died early, tragically in his arms.
Hurry, this time he must save him!
Shaking his head vigorously, stumbling a few steps to steady himself, he rushed towards the cold palace. As he stood at the entrance, a cold wind brushed his sleeves, and he looked up to see dark clouds obscuring the bright sunlight.
The familiar yet unfamiliar cold palace suddenly became eerie.
With a creak, he pushed open the half-open door.
In front of the slightly open door, under the withered pear tree, a familiar figure stood solemnly. Jiang Yanchi’s heart softened a bit as he fully opened the door.
Under the pear tree trunk, leaning against the white and delicate figure.
Duan Se’s mouth, stained with dark fresh blood, had just solidified. His deep purple lips were tightly bitten, brows furrowed in extreme pain, eyes unable to close, pupils already dilated.
Mother had died.
This time it was real.
How could this be possible?
Jiang Yanchi’s pupils trembled, trembling all over. His knees almost gave way, but he managed to hold onto the door, nails digging into the aged wood, blood oozing from the gaps.
“Chu… Xie.”
Jiang Yanchi muttered, extending the blood-stained hand forward, “Impossible, absolutely impossible… It can’t be…”
Covering his head with his hands, he took several steps back in succession. How could Ah Xie kill his mother? This was impossible!
“Hmm?” A lazy, upward tone reached his ears through the cold wind, sounding indifferent and cold. “You saw it.”
Chu Xie lightly kicked, knocking a crimson porcelain bottle to Duan Se’s side. He said leisurely, “Why did you see it?”
In that casually glanced gaze, there was a cruel ruthlessness, almost like hunting.
And a bit of bloodthirsty cruelty.
“Hmm.” He seemed regretful, “You’re already the last prince. If you die, I have to support another royal son, it will be troublesome.”
The tone was unfriendly, tinged with hard-to-suppress irritability. When his gaze turned again, it was as sharp as a knife.
As if Jiang Yanchi had caused him significant trouble.
After a moment of contemplation, he made up his mind and leisurely took out a small knife from his sleeve, “But it seems there’s no other way.”
Before Jiang Yanchi could react, several hidden guards suddenly appeared around him, pressing him into the muddy ground. There was almost no resistance. Jiang Yanchi trembled all over, lifting his head to see a field of crimson, still filled with incomprehension and pain.
“Chu Xie…”
“Be obedient.”
Chu Xie approached, pressing his shoulder with one hand and placing the knife in front of his left eyeball. “Otherwise, it will be very painful.”
Facing that gaze, his movements froze.
Chu Xie seemed surprised.
Clearly, he was crying in fear, tears falling one by one, full of disbelief and intense pain.
But the Second Prince’s eyes didn’t blink.
With a difference of a millimeter in his eyes, a sharp blade was imprinted.
Chu Xie’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had discovered something interesting. Instead of killing him, he played with the small knife in his hand, drawing a one-inch-long wound on his cheek. Blood and tears mixed together, dripping from his chin.
“You seem not to be afraid of me.” He smiled ambiguously. “Then why are you crying?”
“Why did you kill my mother?” Jiang Yanchi trembled all over, his eyes gradually becoming sharp, as if he were looking at a stranger. He growled, “Why, why did you kill her?”
The person’s clear and elegant eyes were entirely filled with a mocking glint. Seeing Jiang Yanchi’s resistance and anger, he leisurely put away the knife in his hand. He reached out and grabbed his neck.
Fingers tightened, skillfully forcing him to gasp for breath. Then, he leisurely let go.
When Jiang Yanchi was about to speak, he tightened his grip again.
After several repetitions, the thirteen-year-old boy’s eyes were already blurry, and his consciousness became chaotic.
Chu Xie slowly took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, seemingly gently wiping the blood off Jiang Yanchi’s face. He said, “Good boy, when she’s dead, only then can you become the emperor.”
“With the life of a woman, you can exchange for the position of the heir to Great Wei. This is an opportunity that many people can’t even beg for. You should kneel down and kowtow to thank me.”
A lascivious cold light burst from the bottom of his eyes as he looked down at his own unfamiliar eyes.
“Like this.”
He lifted his foot and stepped on his head, forehead against the ground, shoulder blades suppressed, unable to break free for a while.
Chu Xie?
No, this person.
He— Who is he?
His long eyelashes blinked slowly as he casually rolled up his sleeves, withdrawing his foot and half crouching down.
“I originally wanted to stab her in the heart. But ah, there was dirty Yue Clan blood on her body, and I was afraid of dirtying my sleeves. So I changed to poisoning, wasting an extra stick of incense time. I didn’t expect you to see it. If you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck.”
He chuckled lowly, his eyes dark and fierce.
“But what can I do, the poison is used up.” He pressed the knife against Jiang Yanchi’s heart, slowly pushing it in bit by bit.
The blade pierced the skin, bringing a cold sensation.
Like a nightmare that couldn’t be awakened from. The suffocating feeling overwhelmed him, making it unbearable.
Under Jiang Yanchi’s desperate struggle, he unexpectedly knocked down the black-clad person on his right side. Chu Xie’s eyes flashed with a glint, unable to step back a few steps in time. He was slapped in the chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. “Who are you?!”
This person was not Chu Xie.
Where is Chu Xie?
He seemed to have not expected that this young child would have such a skill at such a young age.
But after all, he was just a thirteen-year-old child.
Quickly, he was restrained again.
This time, Chu Xie decisively lifted his foot and snapped his right hand bones.
After wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, he sneered, “Hmm? Born from the Cold Palace, barely survived for thirteen years. Yet, you still possess such excellent skills, kid, you’re not simple.”
Without hesitation, he forcefully pushed the short dagger into Jiang Yanchi’s chest, raising an eyebrow with a smirk as he looked down at him.
“How could you be a kind person? Fortunately, it was exposed today.”
Fresh blood surged out, splattering on that familiar face. But he didn’t even blink.
“And to prevent you from betraying and plotting against me after I put you on the throne.”
No, Chu Xie was afraid of blood.
What he feared the most was using a dagger to kill.
Every time he was ruthless, it was subtle and deceptive. He never acted as decisively as the person in front of him, choosing the most ruthless way in an instant, decisively killing and silencing.
Better to mistakenly kill than to let go.
This was not Chu Xie’s style.
What’s going on?
Where is Chu Xie?
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he heard the man sneer deeply.
He was going to die.
He just came back to life, how—could he die so easily again?
He still hadn’t, still hadn’t saved Ah Xie, and how—did he involve his mother again.
His body slumped and fell to the ground.
It must be a dream.
This must be a dream.
Gradually, Jiang Yanchi’s vision was covered by the cold darkness.
Once again, when he opened his eyes, he found himself nestled in someone’s arms, the room filled with the bitter scent of Chinese medicine. The warmth and familiarity of the blankets covering him, the faint scent of cypress, made him feel at ease.
But it also instantly reminded him of the terrifying gaze in his dream. He immediately turned over, but his head felt heavy, and his vision darkened.
Duan Se came in with medicine, quickly placing the medicine down and supporting him, “Ah Yu, what’s wrong, still uncomfortable?”
He heard his mother’s voice, and slowly separated the memories from the overly vivid dream just now.
Yes, he was reborn.
He met Ah Xie, not the unfamiliar man in the dream.
Ah Xie, right, Ah Xie!
He looked at the person sleeping in the bed. With a slight movement of his eyelashes, he slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes seemed a bit confused. After seeing him clearly, they turned into a gentle smile, and he reached out to touch his forehead. “Hmm, it seems the fever is gone.”
Putting on the outer garment by the bedside, he said coldly and indifferently, “I won’t take you to the night market again, it doesn’t seem much fun, you’re getting sick like this.”
Jiang Yanchi reached out and grabbed Chu Xie’s slender wrist, the excessively sharp gaze from the dream still lingering in his mind. As if to confirm, he shouted, “Chu Xie?”
Immediately, his forehead was heavily knocked.
“Don’t be so disrespectful.” He calmly adjusted his sleeves, looked down at the child on the bed, and said, “Call me Lord Chu.”
“Lord… Chu.”
Jiang Yanchi covered his forehead, and the tightly stretched string in his heart slowly loosened.
It was just a dream. Yes, it was because he spent too much time in the lake water last night that he had such a nightmare.
But, how could it be—so real.
So real that he—
After waking up, he still felt restless, his heart pounding like a drum, and his hair standing on end.
As if troubled like the dreaming of a butterfly.
“What’s wrong? Still feeling uncomfortable?” Chu Xie brought the medicine for him, and touched his forehead, “No fever now.”
Jiang Yanchi held onto those warm fingers, as if grasping a tiny bit of hope.
Fortunately, what just happened was a dream.
Now, this was his real life.
His eyes gradually reddened, holding the hand, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he tightly embraced the person in front of him, “I had a terrifying dream.”
“…?”
Chu Xie’s delicate eyebrows furrowed.
Having a nightmare, crying like this?
Speechless.
But he was still unwell, Chu Xie didn’t show any signs of disgust, only pulled his hand away and handed him the medicine bowl.
“Take the medicine. After taking it, your body will feel better, and you won’t have nightmares in the future.”
Jiang Yanchi drank the medicine with his head down. When he looked up again, he saw a faint smile in Chu Xie’s eyes.
This was the familiar Ah Xie.
The unease in Jiang Yanchi’s heart gradually dissipated, slowly withdrawing from the absurd and frightening nightmare just now.
The bone-chilling cold that lingered in his chest was also receding.
In its place was a gentle warmth.
Jiang Yanchi took a deep breath, never expecting that he would also have moments of breaking into a cold sweat due to a nightmare.
That was fake.
Indeed, it was just a nightmare, and he was fortunate to have woken up.
Outside the window, magpies chattered, hopping around on the branches.
The author has something to say: The inspiration comes from the comments.
Haha, feel the difference between the real cruelty of the original Chu and the fake cruelty of Child Chu. By the way, helped the original Chu get a little revenge…let him also kill Child Jiang.
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