Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved
Chapter 337: Dreaming of The Fourth Prince’s Life

Chapter 337: Chapter 337: Dreaming of The Fourth Prince’s Life

Ya Fu had not expected that they had truly managed to create Thin Line Heaven.

It was only upon asking that she learned they had found the Red Thread Worm.

But this was also quite remarkable. The complexity of Thin Line Heaven was such that even she had taken a long time to learn it, and that was with knowledge of the ingredients and procedures.

"Would the lady please confirm if this antidote is correct?"

Divine Doctor Zhai then produced the antidote that had been formulated alongside Thin Line Heaven.

After careful examination, Ya Fu gave a positive answer, "Yes, this is the antidote for Thin Line Heaven! Princess Consort Ling’s condition, she must have only taken half of the antidote. The toxins have already travelled to her brain and caused memory loss. She should take it as soon as possible, but whether her memory can be restored, we really might have to leave it up to fate."

"Yes, let’s leave it up to fate."

Murong Jiu’s voice was heard from outside.

She was quite resigned, "Losing memory is nothing much, being healthy and safe is what matters most. I don’t want everyone to get hurt for me anymore, everyone has tried their best, let’s leave the rest to fate."

Divine Doctor Zhai said, "Good, then let her take it as soon as possible."

However, there was no time to stop; they continued administering the antidote in the carriage, while Divine Doctor Zhai and Ya Fu took turns monitoring her condition.

Right after taking the antidote, Murong Jiu threw up a mouthful of congealed blood.

Jun Yuyan’s brows furrowed, and he quickly reached for his handkerchief.

Ya Fu smiled and said, "Expelling congealed blood is a good sign, it’s like removing toxins that went unnoticed."

She then asked Murong Jiu how she felt.

Murong Jiu, wiping the blood from her mouth, replied, "I don’t feel anything special, just a bit sleepy."

"Then get some sleep, maybe you’ll remember something in your dreams."

"Sleep, Ah Jiu."

Jun Yuyan said, looking at her.

His voice seemed to soothe the heart, his very presence giving a strong sense of reliability.

Murong Jiu lay down to sleep inside the carriage.

She didn’t even know when Fu Heng woke up could be in the middle of it.

Fu Heng’s condition had indeed improved a lot; deep sleep helped him recover quickly. Divine Doctor Zhai even specifically massaged his acupoints to ensure that his body wouldn’t atrophy from prolonged sleep.

Seeing Ah Jiu sound asleep and knowing the current situation, no longer being led by the nose by the Fourth Prince and others, he breathed a sigh of relief, switched carriages, and, while still alert, started talking with his father, brother, and the Prince.

The Fourth Prince, more cunning than they had imagined.

His reach extended far, with many officials in remote areas already part of the Imperial Princes’ faction, and these people had performed admirably over the past two years, capable of being promoted.

It was uncertain whether the Fourth Prince was just excellent at judging people or if he was strategizing for them.

Making him a Prince of seemingly insignificant stature, without maternal clan power, yet secretly possessing a strength that was no lesser than that of other Princes.

If it hadn’t been for his sudden provocation towards Ah Jiu, they might still be unaware.

And this was exactly the most suspicious part.

On Ah Jiu’s part, what was it that made the Fourth Prince invest so much effort and even cause her to lose her memory?

At that moment, Murong Jiu fell into a long nightmare.

In the dream, after she married into Prince Ling’s Mansion, she wallowed in self-pity and extreme agony, believing fate had played a cruel joke on her.

It made her separate from the Second Prince and rendered her child illegitimate.

She seemed possessed, resenting everyone, blindly obedient only to the Second Prince, swallowing his sweet nothings, helping him in everything he proposed.

It was as though her mind had been beclouded by lard, believing that the love she lacked was now fulfilled with the Second Prince.

When the Second Prince had become the Crown Prince, she, too, had become the Crown Princess Consort.

Thus, she could delude herself, for how could the Second Prince not love her if he had made such an ugly woman his principal wife?

However, one day, as she carried chicken soup to the Second Prince, she usually had to announce her arrival, but this time the guard at the door was absent, so she overheard the truth. She learned she had been used by the Second Prince from the beginning, her child murdered by the Second Prince, her biological father and three brothers died because of her, and even Jun Yuyan, too, had died because of her.

As she fell into the well, drowning, countless snippets flashed through her mind before she died; she saw Jun Yuyan drenched in blood, dead beneath the cliffs; she saw her father and brothers beheaded, people cursing them as rebels; saw her master in the mountains who, refusing to submit to the Second Prince, was about to be forcibly taken by the Second Prince’s men, fearing he would become a burden on her, had bitten his tongue and killed himself, his body devoured by wild beasts...

"Ah Jiu, wake up, you can’t sleep any longer, you need to wake up fast!"

A voice seemed to pierce through the densely clouded sky, reaching her ears.

When she opened her eyes, tears streamed down her face.

Jun Yuyan, looking at her with a face full of concern, said, "Ah Jiu, don’t cry, we are all here with you, no one can hurt you."

Murong Jiu shook her head, no, the ones who were hurt were not herself, but them.

Her throat was hoarse, making no sound.

"Ah Jiu, don’t talk, you’ve been asleep for two days, and you haven’t been able to drink even when water is offered to you; drink some water to moisten your throat first."

Jun Yuyan tenderly fed her water. The water in the bladder was warm, kept warm against his body.

After drinking a few sips, Murong Jiu felt her throat much better.

She didn’t know, she had been crying in her sleep, sounding extremely sorrowful.

"Ah Jiu, do you remember the bracelet on your hand? The Buddhist bead bracelet."

The first question Jun Yuyan asked after she woke up wasn’t about her regaining her memory but about the bracelet.

She knew the bracelet must be more important than regaining her memory, at least in Jun Yuyan’s eyes, it was.

She nodded her head, speaking in a hoarse voice, "The Fourth Prince has one, I don’t know if it’s mine."

Jun Yuyan frowned deeply.

He couldn’t understand why The Fourth Prince would wear Ah Jiu’s bracelet. Did he know what the bracelet was for, or did he just want to wear something that Ah Jiu had worn?

No, it surely wasn’t that simple.

His expression darkened slightly, but he didn’t show it in front of Murong Jiu, comforting her, "It’s alright, Ah Jiu, I’ll get you a new bracelet later."

He wondered if Master Hui Jue could still make the same bracelet to suppress her nightmares.

Murong Jiu’s mind was in turmoil, her memories were so real, as if they had truly happened, and some of those emotions still lingered in her body.

But why had she come back to life after dying?

Moreover, the current situation was completely opposite to what she had dreamt.

What exactly had happened over this past year?

Jun Yuyan hadn’t asked her about regaining her memory, probably fearing it would cause her more nightmares, reminding him of the last time Ah Jiu had fallen into a long unconscious state until Master Hui Jue was summoned to awaken her.

He might have told others not to ask about her memory either.

Actually, Murong Jiu didn’t know how to begin explaining either.

After drinking some porridge, she fell asleep again.

This time, her dream was not drenched in gruesome red.

She seemed to float mid-air, observing one person’s life.

And that person was The Fourth Prince.

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