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Steward Liao also went to take a look for a while. and saw him tightly gripping the platinum crane cloak on his hand, making it impossible for the imperial physician to even lift it up. As a last result, he had no choice but to use scissors to cut away the lower portion of the robe.

“This is cruel and vicious to the extreme!”

The old imperial physician instructed his subordinates to clean up while concocting witchcraft medicine for external injuries on site. “Unexpectedly, also used the medicine commonly used in Hualiu Street, truly utterly devoid of conscience, brutal and inhuman!”

Steward Liao, assisting in the process, couldn’t help but sigh as well.

A perfectly fine person who once was a young master of wealth and nobility. It was unknown which enemy was offended and to go far as to be humiliated like this.

Zong Luo nodded and said, “You’ve worked hard. Since he’s here, just let him stay for treatment, and he can return once he’s recovered.”

The situation in the Wei Country was currently unclear, with the Seventh Prince holding power alone, and even the old monarch seemed to favor him.

However, the matter of abolishing the crown prince, it couldn’t be done that quickly yet.

The current weight of the Great Yuan, must be weighed carefully by anyone.

With Ye Linghan as a hostage in Great Yuan, and if Wei Country abolished their crown prince in the back, it would be inevitable to consider whether this would anger Great Yuan. But despite that, Ye Linghan, the crown prince, was indeed in name only.

No wonder that upon hearing that the Wei Country envoy was planning to return tomorrow, clearly knowing that it was a ruse, he still decided to make the trip.

If he didn’t return this time, and in the future, the Seventh Prince completely controlled the court and consolidated the already scarce former subordinates, Ye Linghan would have even less hope of returning.

However, Zong Luo believed that in his previous life, after assisting Yu Beizhou in ascending the throne, Ye Linghan would definitely not spare the Wei Country people and might even personally lead troops to destroy his homeland.

These cousins were quite alike in their determination to eliminate their own kin.

After giving orders, Zong Luo rubbed his temples, a little tired.

He had experienced too many shocks tonight, and he didn’t want to dwell on them further.

Just as he was about to return to sleep, another servant came to report, “Your Highness, Young Master Gu wishes to see you.”

Gu Ziyuan?

Zong Luo raised his gaze and happened to see the scholar entering with an outer robe draped over him. He couldn’t help but frown. “Ziyuan, you haven’t fully recovered from your cold. Coming out in the middle of the night, there may be a risk of aggravating the cold.”

As he spoke, servants promptly brought a brazier and a warming stove, which Zong Luo unceremoniously handed to Gu Ziyuan. He also fetched a fox fur coat and wrapped it around Gu Ziyuan before relenting.

“Done, didn’t you go to bed early, what’s the matter that you have to come and find me?”

Gu Ziyuan was originally extremely anxious in his heart, and was troubled by this. He didn’t know if it was due to the rising temperature in the room or other reasons. His face was becoming increasingly flushed, and he struggled to speak fluently. “It’s, it’s nothing serious either.”

He quietly lifted his eyes to look.

The prince in white was already changed into new clothes, and his slender neck, like jade, was now wrapped in bandages, with no sign of the ferocious bloodstains from earlier.

While many people said that Gu Ziyuan did not know the ways of the world, his EQ wasn’t that low either.

Thinking back to the conversation he had overheard earlier and recalling the cold aura that had surrounded his Brother Luo upon his return, he decided it was best not to inquire further.

“It is like this.”

The more Gu Ziyuan looked at him, the more anxious he felt, as if he had never seen anyone more attractive than his Brother Luo. He quickly changed the subject, saying, “Just now, after I fell asleep, I had a nightmare.”

This left Zong Luo somewhat perplexed.

Having nightmares was a common occurrence, and it was perfectly acceptable to get up quietly in the middle of the night. However, coming to him at this hour seemed a bit strange.

However, Zong Luo remembered that Gu Ziyuan was a disciple picked up by Confucianists and had no father or mother since childhood. He understood a bit of it in his heart and asked casually, “What nightmare was it?”

Gu Ziyuan paused for a moment and then began to describe the dream he had. “It’s like this.”

He briefly recounted the dream he had. It was probably something like dreaming that after a plague, he went to the Zhaowen Pavilion to write history, then heard others’ discussions at a teahouse, and finally, the Imperial City undergoing a sudden transformation.

After he finished speaking, Gu Ziyuan started to regret it.

He didn’t know why, but he was particularly concerned about this dream, which felt so vividly real and terrifying. Even though it was just a dream and he didn’t even know Zong Luo in that dream.

To salvage the situation, he hurriedly added, “Look at me, being so panicked over just a nightmare and letting Brother Luo see something laughable. The year in the dream was this year. Brother Luo is clearly standing here in a good state, but it was stated in the dream that you’re going to the border. I absolutely do not have the intention to curse Brother Luo.”

Gu Ziyuan awkwardly explained himself, sometimes stumbling over his words, when he was taken aback when he heard the prince in front of him speak in a deep voice, “It’s okay.”

Initially, Zong Luo thought Gu Ziyuan was talking about the nightmare, but as he listened, his expression gradually became serious. He collected his thoughts and said sincerely, “Thank you, Ziyuan, for sharing this with me. This is very important to me.”

That day, the nine stars aligned like a string of beads, the entire Great Yuan experienced that inexplicable dream, although it was a scene from a previous life when he committed suicide, Zong Luo had thought it was merely a coincidence related to his traveling back to the past.

He did not expect Gu Ziyuan to dream of their past lives.

Then what about the others? Will others also gradually start dreaming about their past lives?

After seeing off the somewhat perplexed Gu Ziyuan, Zong Luo also couldn’t find the urge to sleep.

He paced around and opened the window in his bedchamber, gazing at the full moon outside.

****

As the midnight hour passed, someone slowly pushed open the door of the darkroom.

The mute servant guarding the entrance immediately lowered their head deeply and prostrated on the ground.

Yu Beizhou had a cheerful smile on his face, didn’t even look more than just a glance, and hummed a cheerful tune as he gradually walked away.