The Prime Minister's Darling
Chapter 1405 - 1405 683 Princess Returns (Two Updates)_3

Chapter 1405: 683 Princess Returns! (Two Updates)_3 Chapter 1405: 683 Princess Returns! (Two Updates)_3 …

At night, Gu Jiao had a dream.

After arriving in Shengdu, she had noticeably more dreams than before, but interestingly, she would forget almost all of them upon waking up. Yet, in the dreams, all her memories seemed to be strung together.

For example, once in the dream, she would remember the courtyard full of Bellflowers, as well as the graveyard without a tombstone.

But tonight, it was neither the courtyard nor the graveyard—it was a boundless battlefield, with iron horses clashing, blood staining the yellow sand, and endless fighting. Soldiers kept falling, and the blood mist enshrouded the sky in crimson.

Atop a sea of withered bones, a man in silver armor rode upon a Hei Fengqi also clad in silver. One hand tightly gripped the reins, and the other held a Red-Tasseled Spear.

His silver armor was already smeared with blood, yet there was not a hint of retreat in his eyes.

He looked toward the thousands of troops before him and said with determination, “Even if only one is left standing, the sons of the Xuanyuan Family will never submit!”

The next second, the scene in the dream shifted.

It was the same man.

He wore silver armor and stood at the general’s command post, looking at the official opposite him and said coldly, “Rebel? So what if the Xuanyuan Family has rebelled? If Heaven has been unjust to the Xuanyuan Family, then we shall defy this Heaven!”

“Yinyin… Yinyin…”

It was that man’s voice.

The scene changed again.

His voice in this scene was exceptionally gentle and doting.

Only, his appearance was somewhat too distressing to behold.

An arrow pierced his shoulder, and two more struck his thigh. He lay on the ground, his blood forming rivers.

He tried to prop himself up with his hands to sit up.

Beside him crouched a little girl, barely two years old.

“Big Uncle, you’re bleeding, bleeding a lot,” she said.

He brushed it off with a smile, discreetly wiping the blood from his palm onto his armor, then lifted that hand and stroked the little girl’s head, “Big Uncle isn’t bleeding. Big Uncle is just playing with Yinyin.”

The little girl tilted her head, seeming to discern the truth in his words.

Then she asked, “Big Uncle, does it hurt?”

He laughed and said, “It doesn’t hurt, not at all. Yinyin, do you want to play a game with me?”

“What game?” the little girl asked.

He raised his head with difficulty, bearing the tearing pain all over his body, and pointed to a ramshackle hut in the distance, “Do you see that little house over there?”

The little girl nodded, her voice milky soft, “Yinyin sees it.”

He gave a feeble smile, “I’ll count to three, and you run over there. You have to run very fast, don’t stop, and don’t look back. Hide somewhere inside the house, and if you can stay hidden from Big Uncle, he’ll buy you candy.”

…

The little girl hid in the darkness for a long time, so long that she fell asleep, woke up, and it had turned dark again, then light.

With great effort, she crawled out of a box, stumbled along with her short legs, tumbling back the way she had come.

The mountain range of the past had become a land of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Her lone small figure clambered over one lifeless body after another in the pools of blood.

“Big Uncle, where are you?”

“Yinyin is not playing anymore.”

“Yinyin doesn’t want candy, Yinyin wants Big Uncle.”

The little girl looked up toward the city walls.

Gu Jiao: “Don’t—”

Gu Jiao shuddered and opened her eyes.

The Monk was sitting cross-legged beside her, giving her a half-smile, “Had a nightmare?”

It seemed like a nightmare, but upon waking, she remembered nothing, save for one image—a man in silver armor pinned to the city walls by a Red-Tasseled Spear.

Gu Jiao rubbed her chest.

The Monk took a glance and fished something out from his broad sleeves, tossing it into her lap, “Here.”

“What is it?” Gu Jiao asked.

“Candy,” the Monk replied.

“I don’t like candy,” Gu Jiao returned the candy to him.

“Oh?” the Monk raised his eyebrows in surprise, “How can someone not like candy? My little disciple loves it dearly; whenever he is upset, I just have to bribe him with candy and he is sure to cheer up.”

Gu Jiao asked him curiously, “You have a disciple?”

What kind of disciple could survive more than three days in your hands?

They must have impressive resilience!

…

Gu Jiao did not dream again for the rest of the night and slept until dawn.

Her body was no longer in any serious condition, and even if the people from the Crown Prince’s residence came after her again, she could at least run away, if not beat them.

It was time to return.

“Eh? Where’s the Monk?”

Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.

The Monk entered the temple carrying a pile of fresh wild fruits, “Just make do with a little to eat. We should be on our way soon.”