Chapter 32: The Past in Dreams

  Hua Xiang Rong didn't know why, but Ling Teng only roughly told her a story, and she kept on having these dreams that didn't belong to her.

  Those flowers thought of Rong Yu and Gong Sun Longqing's past, those stories she didn't know at all, had been echoing in her dreams.

  Before her eyes flashed the thought of Hua Xiang standing in the courtyard where peach blossoms were fragrant, shaking off the hand of the man in white. She had never been able to see clearly the face of the man in white, but she could still feel the sorrow that spread from his body.

  In front of me is a green plum blossom, I want to raise my hand and ruthlessly break it off...

  It was as if the sound of a broken heart came from somewhere, shocking Hua Xiang Rong who was in a dream. She suddenly sat up with a start, but was shocked to find herself in an unknown place.

  "Awake?" A cold and icy voice with a hint of mockery came from beside.

  That voice......?

  Hua Xiang Rong suddenly stiffened, abruptly turning her head to look at the left side of this not-too-large-or-small space, where Xiao Yue Han was reclining, holding a teacup that still emitted steam, his eyes gleaming with an eerie smile as he gazed at Hua Xiang Rong.

  "You...?" Hua Xiang Rong's eyes flashed with anger as soon as she saw this man who had not been seen for several days: "You're willing to see me now?"

  Xiao Yuehan didn't respond, put down the teacup in his hand, picked up a book that looked like a military strategy beside him, and ignored her, starting to read it.

  The flower thought that Rong had originally wanted to continue asking, but suddenly discovered that the table next to him had a strange shape, and suddenly found that under his feet was a very thick soft cushion, and on his body was still the pajamas he changed into before going to bed. The surroundings were slightly shaking, as if there was some distance from the ground.

  The sharp pain in her heart had gradually dissipated a lot just now, and Hua Xiangrong calmed down a bit and asked, "Where is this?"

  Xiao Yuehan remained silent and continued reading, as if she didn't exist.

  Hua Xiang Rong clenched her teeth, maintaining the elegant demeanor of a young lady while slowly becoming detached. She didn't know if it was because she still had some lingering concerns and discomfort in her heart about the things that happened in her dream, or if it was because she had been cooped up for N days before finally being released, causing her pent-up anger to want to erupt. Additionally, after sleeping soundly, she suddenly found herself in this strange place when she woke up, making her really want to lose her temper.

  Hua Xiang Rong snatched the book out of Xiao Yue Han's hand, gritting her teeth and muttering: "What are you reading, military books? You can die if you don't read this broken book! When do you have time to look at the Thirty-Six Stratagems? Do you think that by pretending to read this thing, I won't dare disturb you?"

  Xiao Yue's eyes narrowed in cold anger, and the calm eyes that had just been peaceful suddenly accumulated a considerable amount of anger. He looked at her coldly: "Give the book to Gu Wang."

  "Not giving." Hua Xiang Rong tucked the book behind her back, her eyes wide with a fierce stare: "You first tell me, where are we?"

  Xiao Yuehan suddenly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, as if he was enduring something, so that he wouldn't slap the arrogant woman in front of him to death with one palm.

  "On the carriage." Xiao Yue said coldly.

  "A carriage?" Hua Xiangrong was taken aback, and hastily turned around to lift up a small curtain that looked like a window on one side, looking out at the slowly passing street: "Why are we in a carriage? Where are we going?"

  As she was asking the question, she felt the book in her hand being pulled away. She was taken aback and turned to glare at Xiao Yuehan, who seemed to be ignoring her. In an instant, she recalled the reason he had confined her a few days ago.