According to the plot described by the audience in the streaming room, it was time for a romantic and melodramatic kiss.
Sure enough, she shouldn't have trusted the group of singles in the streaming room. If a group of singles had a strategy to seduce someone, would they still be single?
Jiang Pengji secretly ridiculed them. She didn't know that Wei Ci was also frightened by her.
First, he had a nightmare. After waking up, he was shocked. After the shock, he suffered a tragic blow. His nose bumped into someone's face.
It couldn't be more awkward.
Wei Ci couldn't care less about the pain. He hurriedly prepared to bow down and apologize. Unfortunately, he had maintained his kneeling position for a whole night. Jiang Pengji even used him as a lap pillow. Now his legs were numb and he almost lost feeling. He sat on the ground in a sorry state. Tears welled up in his eyes. He looked pitiful.
Jiang Pengji raised her hand and rubbed her cheek. She didn't tease Wei Ci about this embarrassing incident, lest she provoked him.
"Was it a nightmare just now?" Jiang Pengji returned to normal, as if the episode just now had never happened. "Look at you. Even your face is covered in cold sweat."
Because the nightmare lasted too long, Wei Ci's reaction was slightly slow. He didn't even have the energy to investigate what happened just now.
"I had a nightmare …" Wei Ci said with lingering fear, "I dreamed of many evil ghosts … They almost tore me apart …"
He panted. Fear flashed through his dark, jade-like eyes, as if the lingering power of the nightmare had yet to dissipate.
Jiang Pengji tilted her head. She looked curious. She said, "The evil ghosts in the nightmare? Just now, I heard you saying things like 'Crown Prince Zhang Zuo', 'unfilial son', 'His Highness', and so on … What exactly did you dream of? Why are you so scared? "
If Wei Ci's complexion was said to be a little human before, when Jiang Pengji asked this question, his face suddenly turned as white as a sheet.
Wei Ci opened his mouth. Something was stuck in his throat. He couldn't make a sound. An impulse to escape surged in his heart.
"Zixiao?"
Jiang Pengji raised her hand and placed it on his forehead. His forehead, which was covered in sweat, was cold and sticky. It gave people an extremely uncomfortable feeling.
She touched ice, but to Wei Ci, it was scorching hot. It was like a cluster of flames quietly emitting warmth and dispelling the cold.
"My lord …" Wei Ci was hesitant. Under the other party's concerned gaze, he awkwardly looked away. "I'm fine."
Jiang Pengji frowned slightly. How did Wei Ci's behavior look like he was fine?
Who was the "Crown Prince Zhang Zuo" that Wei Ci dreamt of?
'His Highness Chang Sheng' was definitely not the little fat boy who was sleeping soundly beside him. That person had a very important meaning to Wei Ci.
As for the mutterings like "unfilial son", "Kneel down for good fortune and longevity", "unfilial son pretending to be the heir of the emperor", and "deserve to be executed", she felt that the information was too much.
Jiang Pengji asked, "You haven't answered me yet. What did you dream about?"
Wei Ci's heart sank. The warmth that he had painstakingly gathered dissipated in an instant. He trembled and said, "I … can't remember clearly … I only remember that the dream just now was very scary … There were thousands of malicious ghosts chasing after me, demanding my life. I woke up when I stepped on air …"
Jiang Pengji thought of the audience's advice and comforted him, "Dreams and reality are opposites. Don't take it to heart. It's already dawn outside. I see that you haven't slept well all night. Why don't you go and get some sleep? The matters in the government office can be postponed for half a day. "
Wei Ci's heart calmed down a little and he heaved a long sigh of relief.
Jiang Pengji comforted him like that, which meant that the previous story could be forgotten.
"Thank you for your understanding, my lord."
Jiang Pengji put on a wide hood and sneaked out from the side door. With her skills, she would naturally not be discovered.
Wei Ci rubbed his dizzy head and prepared to go back and get some sleep.
Five years had passed since he returned to his youth. He thought that he had gradually forgotten about the past. Who knew that he would be caught red-handed by his lord last night.
He was really scared out of his wits just now.
He knew that Her Majesty was not a suspicious person, but she was more difficult to deal with than a suspicious person. Because any clues could become a stepping stone for her to pry into the truth. Ordinary people could not hide from her eyes at all. Since the establishment of the Jiang Kingdom, the aristocratic families had formed an alliance. They seemed powerful, but when had they not been manipulated by her like monkeys in the palm of her hand? The aristocratic families were like prey in a spider's web. The more they struggled, the more powerless they became.
In the face of such an Empress, he had to be tense at all times, lest the other party see through his disguise in a moment of carelessness.
He had no reason not to be afraid.
Even if Her Majesty had just turned 18 years old, she was still not to be trifled with.
Since Her Majesty's rise to power, the aristocratic families had been like a carrot, peeling off a layer of the other party's skin from time to time.
After being peeled like this for 18 years, even the fattest carrot had become a thin carrot.
Every time the aristocratic families were full of confidence that they would be able to make a comeback, reality would always slap their cheeks swollen.
The emperor and his ministers who were extremely harmonious in the imperial court fought to the death in the imperial court.
In terms of danger, there were only three times that it was the most dangerous.
The first time was the riot of the Red Lotus Group. It happened to coincide with Her Majesty's difficult labor and birthday. Many people mistakenly said that Her Majesty had died.
"Who said that I had a difficult labor?"
A group of ministers hurriedly cried and mourned. When Her Majesty appeared with a sneer on her face, more than a dozen faces uniformly turned gray.
The second time was when Her Majesty wantonly carried out imperial examinations and land reform. The interests of the aristocratic families were affected, and they secretly planned a palace coup.
The third time was in the 18th year of Yongchen. Her Majesty was seriously ill and bedridden for several months. Crown Prince Zhang Zuo, supported by the aristocratic families, tried to force her to abdicate.
Thinking of the last reason, Wei Ci felt waves of pain in his chest. It was so painful that he could not help but cover his chest, and his face turned pale.
The son that he had painstakingly taught for more than a decade was actually stupid enough to be used by others. Instead, he turned against his biological parents.
Was the temptation of imperial power and the throne really so terrifying?
Wei Ci returned to his dream in a daze. He heard a familiar roar.
"I was originally the son of the Emperor, the legitimate Crown Prince. Now, I have been framed by scoundrels and become the son of a concubine. Is this really fair?"
He stood there in a daze. His divine senses were withdrawn from his body, and he could not react.
Every word pierced his heart.
"Who told you that you are the legitimate Crown Prince? Crown Prince Zhang Zuo was conferred the title posthumously. You are still alive, so this posthumous title is naturally invalid. Now, you are treacherously trying to abdicate and trying to kill the Emperor. You deserve to be executed! I have never wanted you to be the Crown Prince. You are standing in front of me. Do you want to reprimand me for making you the son of a concubine and ruining your glory, splendor, and wealth? Or do you think that you are more capable than Changsheng, that you can govern the world and protect the people? Zixiao is a peerless scholar of the nation. He has taught you in every way, but what have you learned from him? You are so stupid. Other than being used by others and falling headlong into the trap that I have set, what other abilities do you have? You are so stupid! "
Other than the right to inherit the throne and his identity as a prince, Wei Ci had never wronged this child. In the end, he was called a "scoundrel."
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