OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess

Chapter 1143: Fearing Our Encounter Is But a Dream

"Xi Yuan, if I get a chance after I leave, please let Zhi’er and A Ce out of the palace.""There are too many intrigues in the palace, and too much loneliness. If one stays here too long, they will lose themselves."

"Zhi’er is a good girl, I hope she can be happy. And Jin Lian and the others, for my sake, please give them a chance to leave the palace."

"Once I’m gone, I fear they will be bullied by others. Please, you must protect them for me."

Fu Xiru’s voice was weak, as if she were making arrangements for her final matters.

Long Xiyuan realized that her illness had reached an irreversible stage.

He could only nod while shedding tears: "I promise you."

"Not only will I let them leave the palace, but I’ll also give them a substantial amount of silver so they can enjoy their remaining lives."

Fu Xiru smiled gently: "That’s for the best, they are all good girls."

She rested her head against Long Xiyuan: "Xi Yuan, I’m tired, I want to sleep for a while. Can you recite a poem for me?"

"The poem I wrote down on a kite long ago, the same kite that got stuck on the tree and you helped me retrieve."

"Alright, I’ll recite it for you." Long Xiyuan choked up: "’With diligence, the colorful sleeves carry the jade cup, in those days carelessly pursued drunken red faces, dance low in the moon of the hanging willow pavilion, sing till no more under the peach blossom fan’s wind.’

Fu Xiru closed her eyes, her lips curved in a smile.

Long Xiyuan’s voice carried restrained grief, a hoarse and desolate timbre, softly carried by the autumn wind.

"After parting, I recall our reunion, several times my soul dreamed of being with you."

"Tonight’s leftover silver and red glow, still fear our reunion—"

"Yes, in the dream."

The emperor’s tears slid down his cheeks, falling onto Fu Xiru’s face.

She will never open her eyes again.

Long Xiyuan held Fu Xiru tightly, crying out in anguish: "Xiru! Xiru! Now that you’ve left, I am truly all alone in the world."

Bai Zhi’er saw a crystalline soul floating outwards from Fu Xiru’s body.

She was like stardust, gradually dissipating.

Bai Zhi’er looked up in tears.

Fu Xiru’s unresolved thoughts had been settled, so she was leaving.

"Such a beautiful dream," Fu Xiru murmured, seemingly comprehending what had happened: "So the one who should awaken is me."

She remembered.

After passing, she had been trapped in past time due to her unresolved feelings.

She kept waiting for Long Xiyuan to remember the anniversary of their child’s passing.

Thus, year after year, she never went to reincarnate.

But now, with the dream ended, what she hadn’t received in life dissolved her obsessions in this dream.

Fu Xiru nodded towards Bai Zhi’er: "Thank you, Zhi’er."

After speaking, she took one last glance in the direction of Long Xiyuan, transforming into glimmers of light, scattering away with the wind.

Bai Zhi’er cried as she chased a few steps: "Lady!"

However, the earth trembled, buildings began to collapse around them, and every image started to distort.

Feng Fuce grabbed Bai Zhi’er’s arm.

"She has left, and the time upheld by her spirit cannot remain. We should go."

He pulled Bai Zhi’er abruptly out of the dream realm.

The two awoke in a side hall.

Bai Zhi’er suddenly opened her eyes, gasping, still submerged in immense grief.

Outside the window, it happened to be the evening hour, just three hours after they entered the dream realm.

Long Xiyuan at the door heard the noise and hurriedly stepped inside.

"How is it? Did you find her unresolved thoughts?" he asked.

Bai Zhi’er leaned on the table, panting, abruptly raised her head, it was then Long Xiyuan noticed her eyes filled with tears, gazing at him with clenched teeth.

Long Xiyuan was startled, his brows slightly furrowed: "What’s wrong with you?"

Bai Zhi’er rushed over, grabbing his collar: "You bad man! Why did you always ignore the Lady, do you know she waited for you until her death!"