Nanny Liu thought that after her persuasion, the Princess Consort would feel a bit better, but unfortunately, the same tactics that worked in the past were now utterly useless.
"Princess Consort, what... what did you dream about? Was it Lady Mo and the Commandery Princess..." Nanny Liu exclaimed in shock.
"I..." The Princess Consort looked at Nanny Liu, tears already shimmering in her eyes, "Nanny, I dreamed that Zi Yan’s child wasn’t mine, my child... my child was lost by my own hands..."
"How... how could this be?" Nanny Liu couldn’t believe it.
"Perhaps... perhaps it was just a dream, I was overthinking," the Princess Consort thought more calmly, hoping it was true.
Nanny Liu helped her lie down and didn’t think more about it either.
After all, since Lady Mo had brought her own son to the Royal Residence, if the child raised by Lady Mo wasn’t the Commandery Princess, then who could it be?
After Nanny Liu left, the Princess Consort couldn’t help but recall the scene from her dream.
She felt like a soul floating in the sky, watching the scene of her childbirth from back then.
That day was the second of February, the day of the Dragon Raising its Head, coinciding with the Spring Plowing Festival. Dongyue had suffered drought for two years and was amid warfare from four nations, a time of internal troubles and external threats.
That day, the Prince went to the palace to participate in a rain prayer, coinciding with her labor, and with the Prince not in the Royal Residence, it gave her the chance to tamper with things.
In the dream, she saw herself giving birth, a maid carrying the child away in a food box, watched the maid hand over the box to a guard who had been arranged in advance, and saw the guard carrying the box out of the Royal Residence.
It had been agreed that if she bore a daughter, they would bring Zi Yan’s son into the Royal Residence, then she would raise her own daughter, and when the two children grew up, they would be married to preserve the bloodline of the Royal Residence.
But inside the carriage, she watched as her daughter was fed poison, and then...
She heard Zi Yan telling the maid, "Dispose of this dead child cleanly!"
The Princess Consort lay in bed, desperately telling herself that it was all just a dream.
Yet, the palpitations in her chest were so vivid, and everything that happened in the dream seemed imprinted in her mind, unforgettable!
If it truly were a dream, how could it feel so real?
But if it wasn’t a dream, how could she suddenly see something that happened more than ten years ago?
She couldn’t think anymore; this must be a dream. She and Zi Yan were like sisters; Zi Yan even gave her own son to her. How could she possibly poison her own child?
It couldn’t be, it surely couldn’t be...
The Princess Consort was now desperate to see Lady Mo and that child; she felt that only by seeing the child could she stop these baseless worries.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
And everyone was busy with their own affairs.
The second Prince was busy being punished, the feeling of being better off dead made him thoroughly regret that he had been misled by the man in black.
Prince Jing was busy searching for Ye Jiu and Sikong Mo because, although he was anxious when Sikong Mo was lost, his first thought had been of Dongyue’s future. However, losing Ye Jiu had unexpectedly left his heart feeling empty.
Although, these days, when he sent people out to search, it was under the pretext of finding Sikong Mo, as for Ye Jiu, it seemed merely incidental. But only he knew whom he most wanted to find!
As for the Princess Consort, she was anxiously waiting for the return of Lady Mo and her daughter. She felt that seeing them would bring her peace of mind, but what awaited her upon their return might just be even more unease and anxiety.