Chapter 18 The Dream
I looked up at him.
“Zhao Yan, haven’t you always wanted to know why I hate you?”
“Because I had a dream. After marrying you, you stopped loving me.”
He said, “Impossible.”
“You wiped out my entire clan and gave away the twin children I bore.”
He frowned. “This Prince would never do that to you.”
I spoke again.
“When I died, I was only twenty-seven. By then you had fallen in love with someone else. You lived in harmony with her, playing in the imperial garden. You picked a plum blossom and tucked it into her hair, telling her she was beautiful.”
At those words, Zhao Yan was silent for a long time.
He looked at me, his eyes dark and unreadable.
“That scene you described… This Prince seems to have dreamed of it.”
I lifted my head.
He smiled bitterly.
“Ever since returning from the hunting grounds, This Prince kept dreaming of it. But the woman’s face was blurred. This Prince thought it was because of daytime thoughts—that the person was you… Who would have thought it actually happened.”
I was speechless.
I could only be grateful he hadn’t fully recovered those memories.
After a very long time, he finally spoke.
“You can go.”
“Don’t come back.”