C1 (1/2)

The night had already turned cold, but Feng Xiwu's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

She could not remember how many times she had dreamt of such a scene. There were corpses lying on the ground, their faces full of grief. The tip of the sword was swung recklessly, and dark red blood flowed along the edge of the sword.

The long sword in front of her was slowly lifted by two hands, the distant azure sky had already been dyed with the fiery red of the setting sun, the reflected sunlight stung her eyes, the descending sword had cut off the last string in her mind.

Feng Xiwu woke up from her stupor and sat up.

The only memory in her mind was the afterimage of the sword that was about to land on her body. It seemed to be a nightmare for her entire life.

”Xi Wu, you had a nightmare again?” Hearing the commotion, Feng Yingchan pushed open the door. Her weather-beaten face was filled with worry.

The person in the bed quickly got up, lifted the light purple veil, and revealed a beautiful face with beads of sweat on her forehead.

Feng Xiwu was still immersed in endless fear. She caressed her chest, her blurry eyes gradually becoming clearer as she nodded at Feng Chaoying.

Feng Chaoying sighed, and signaled servant girl to pour Feng Xiwu some water.

Warmth from the fragrant tea streaked across her throat and her abdomen also felt a warmth, the panic in her heart also lessened by a bit. Only now did Feng Xiwu realize that her back was already drenched in sweat and the sticky feeling made her feel a little uncomfortable.

”Father, daughter is fine.” Feng Xiwu spoke with a hoarse voice, making the words that he originally wanted to console him become powerless.

”Are you alright? As a father, how could I not know?”

After hearing this, Feng Xiwu lowered her head and did not speak any further. She did not know how to console her, so the entire room became quiet for a moment.

”I'll get the servants to pour some hot water. The Fourth Prince will be here tomorrow. I need to rest early.”

Hearing this name, Feng Xiwu suddenly raised her head. Before she could say anything, she saw that the door to the room had been closed by her father.

One month ago, the emperor suddenly ordered for her to marry the Fourth Prince's Prince Jing. She had heard of his name before.

However, she knew nothing about this prince, so she had to entrust her entire life to him tomorrow …

Perhaps it was because of the influence of the dream that Feng Xiwu was lying under the soft blanket, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

”Miss, did you rest?” Her personal servant girl Zi Lan gently pushed open the door, and seeing that Feng Xiwu was still awake, she walked over to the bedside and sat down.

”Please don't sleep yet, Miss! This servant has heard of an incredible matter! ”

Feng Xiwu smiled as she looked at her, then leaned against the headboard of the bed. Do you want to report about the Prince Jing to your young miss again? ”

Zi Lan was her personal servant, a few years older than her. Ever since she could remember, she had followed by her side and taken care of her. Upon hearing that she was going to marry someone, she was even more anxious than Feng Xiwu herself.

Zi Lan walked along the two arms on the bed and leaned her head against the bed, looking at his young miss. The young miss seemed to be looking more and more beautiful, not knowing whether the man who praised her so much would treat her well or not.

Thinking about this, Zi Lan couldn't help but poke at Feng Xiwu's fair cheeks.