Chapter 02: Like a Dream

A spark erupted between the gazes of the two individuals

I was taken aback as a man in his thirties walked in with great vigor. He wore a mink fur hat, a mink fur scarf around his neck, and a colorful dragon-patterned mink fur garment. A golden silk belt was tied around his waist, and he adorned himself with a handkerchief, a dagger, a whetstone, and a deer antler. On his feet were deer skin boots, and he exuded an indescribable air of nobility.

I was frozen, instinctively wanting to push with my hand, but this person's strength was so great that my little effort felt like a dragonfly trying to shake a pillar, having no effect whatsoever

I stared at the bowl in shock, while the girl looked at me with a face full of surprise and joy. Suddenly, she lunged forward and knelt down in front of my bed, exclaiming, "Gege, you are awake? Oh my goodness! Gege is awake—Gege is awake—"

I was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and just as I was about to speak, I suddenly heard a commotion outside the door, followed by a hearty laugh that came in first: "Is Miss Dong awake? Let me have a look!"

The little child cried out loudly, and his small face immediately turned bright red

It is her

I let out a sigh, finally feeling a sense of groundedness

I lowered my head and saw Chu Ying's hand hanging by his side slowly clenching, the protruding knuckles turning white

What kind of gaze is this? How could a child of eleven or twelve have such a fierce look in his eyes? Before I could make sense of it, he suddenly yanked the quilt off me and picked me up in one swift motion.

What on earth is going on here? I feel a chill in my heart, and I don't know why my whole body is so cold, my upper and lower teeth are clattering against each other, making a rattling sound.

It is she—Buxiyamala

Dong Ge! Someone has grabbed my wrist, so tightly, so coldly, conveying that person's inner anxiety and tension

What does that mean? I was taken aback. Am I very familiar with him? Why does his expression seem like he knows me well?

The maintenance is truly impressive, this expectant mother exudes charm, and remarkably, her face still resembles that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl

I was taken aback and quickly rushed over to snatch the mirror into my hands. Looking again at that face, it was stunningly beautiful yet youthful, but those brows, those eyes, those lips... Every feature exuded a sense of familiarity

I was momentarily taken aback, as those eyes seemed to perceive something, subtly revealing a layer of amusement. They looked past the crowd in front of the bed, and then I clearly saw the owner of those eyes, who turned out to be a little boy dressed in a blue satin robe, his face genuinely displaying concern and the joy of having let out a sigh of relief.

Dai Shan silently rescued me from his grasp. At first, he struggled stubbornly to hold on, but under Dai Shan's gentle gaze, he ultimately let go.

This is not a dream—when I fainted, such a thought emerged in my mind, filled with fear.

That guy, looking incredibly arrogant, is actually just a teenager in his teens

What kind of attire is this? No matter how much the Mongolians love to wear traditional costumes, they would not style their hair in braids. This appearance somewhat resembles the attire of Mongolians during the Yuan Dynasty. What place is this? How has the local customs returned to such a terrifying simplicity?

As the door curtain was lifted, everyone in the room knelt down and exclaimed: "We respectfully invite His Excellency Shule Beile Sheng'an!"

"Big brother! Please let Dong Ge go. If Ama sees you holding onto her like this, she will definitely get angry again!" The speaker is a little child, about five or six years old, squeezed in the crowd. He has a round face and a smooth head, with only a patch of black hair left at the crown, making him look quite adorable, reminiscent of the Red Boy from "Journey to the West." Despite his young age, he speaks with great vigor, resembling a little adult.

Am I actually dreaming...?

At that moment, the light beauty approached with a smile, took my hand, and softly said to me: "Dong Ge, remember not to throw tantrums in the future. If anything were to happen to you, how could I, as your aunt, explain it to your father?" My hand trembled, and I instinctively shook her off.

"Dong Ge—" Dai Shan exclaimed, gripping my hand tightly and trembling.

Faint! I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the ceiling, only to unexpectedly meet a pair of warm and clear eyes.

The room was filled with the sound of inhalation, which brought a dark expression to his face. The once tender look turned suddenly grim, and he gritted his teeth: "Do you really like my father?"

The face before me suddenly turned cold, and the overwhelming anger emanating from those eyes startled me

Accompanying him upon entry, aside from a group of bystanders who appeared to be mere passersby, there was a woman whose features were strikingly beautiful, dignified and graceful, a true exemplar of beauty. However, beneath her seemingly delicate frame, the prominent bulge of her abdomen was difficult to conceal beneath the layers of extravagant clothing.

A shadow swiftly flashed through my mind

Hmm, the fever has subsided. If the princess does not wake up soon, I will have to eliminate all those useless Chinese doctors! His voice was not loud, but I felt an inexplicable chill in my heart as I listened

Seeing me speechless in surprise, the man smiled slightly and reached out to touch my forehead. I instinctively recoiled, but could not escape, as his warm palm pressed directly against me

Creak! It seems that the door to the outer room has been pushed open. After a flurry of hurried footsteps, a group of oddly dressed individuals in long robes surged into the room. However, the Mongolians I have seen wear traditional attire with a cinched waist. The robes worn by these individuals are not as loose as Mongolian robes, yet both men and women are dressed in garments that cover from the neck to the knees. The style of their clothing is more reminiscent of costumes from Qing Dynasty television dramas, except that their robes do not have a fitted waist and lack a waist belt.

Uh... I want to speak, but the hoarse and unpleasant voice that came from my throat startled me.

That's great... that's great! You're okay... The person's voice, as well as the way they held my arm, was trembling slightly

I couldn't understand what he was saying, so I snorted coldly and waved my hand: "Please let me down first!" This dream is too absurd; I need to wake up quickly and return to reality.

I opened my eyes and glared at him fiercely: "Little brat, go back and come again when your teeth have grown in properly"

Still... I was half asleep

It is her

The young lord let out a cold snort, and the woman who referred to herself as my aunt reached out to wrap her arm around his, softly laughing as she said, "It's just the children playing around, there's no need for you to take it seriously."

Is it really necessary to be this exaggerated? Where exactly have they dragged me to? Is it possible that this place is very close to the airport?

Wait a moment

She looked at me in shock and surprise

"Big brother." Due to the surrounding people remaining silent, the previous boy in the blue robe finally spoke. Although it was just a simple two words, the fierce and menacing figure in front of him let out a cold snort and threw the little child back to the ground.

I was jolted, my body sprang up as if electrified

But... why am I so short? I am even half a head shorter than both of them! What kind of ridiculous dream is this? How could I suddenly shrink to such a small size?

"You are bullying me! I am going to tell Amma!" shouted the little child, who had clumsily gotten up from the ground, and then rushed out of the room

Suddenly, I heard a delicate female voice exclaim in surprise. When I opened my eyes, I saw a girl dressed in a garment resembling a Mongolian robe, clutching a redwood tray, who stumbled back three or four steps and ultimately fell to the ground. In front of her, a blue-and-white porcelain bowl was spinning on the floor, with dark red soup splattered everywhere.

Unintentionally, I turned my head and caught a glimpse of a diamond-shaped mirror resting on the side cabinet. The smooth, antique bronze surface reflected a pale, unfamiliar yet breathtakingly perfect face, clearly visible.

He picked me up? Can a little boy just over ten years old really lift me? Could it be that he is exceptionally gifted? This is quite surreal, isn't it?

They are so close, and the sense of oppression is so intense that I cannot ignore their strange appearances. These individuals are quite young, around ten years old, with their heads shaved smooth on the front and back, leaving only a tuft of hair on the crown, which is braided into small thin braids that hang over the left shoulder, with the ends tied with black tassels

Comfortable, truly comfortable. How long has it been since I had such a beautiful sleep like this?

What exactly is going on with this ... ... ?

Here you are just in time! I will go all out and will not give Dong Ge to anyone! Including you... Daisan!

The child who has been standing silently across from me, oh, his name is Dai Shan, right? What does it matter what he is called? After all, it is just a dream; even if he has a name, it is merely a false identity—I've never had such a clear dream in my life, where the characters actually have different names. Usually, isn't it sufficient to just have a concept like A, B, C?

Dong Ge! He suddenly turned around without any warning

Uh ...! ... What a big face! Why are you getting so close to me?

Big brother! Suddenly, I felt a tight grip on my wrist, such a cold hand, I shivered. It turned out to be that boy with the gentle eyes, "Calm down! Father will be here soon..."

"Dong Ge..." With warm breath pressing down on the top of my head, he kissed my hair and softly said, "In a moment, Ama will come, and I will ask him to bring you here. Dong Ge... Dong Ge, you like me, don't you?"

Although the body is overwhelmed by fatigue to the point of unbearable soreness, however

I was just about to laugh when I suddenly noticed that the little child standing behind me, whose eyes had previously gazed deeply at me, had lost their luster. Then, without leaving a trace, they took a step back and slipped into the crowd.

I was somewhat surprised when the person holding me suddenly let go and turned around, lifting the little doll into the air: "What did you say? Mang Gu Er Tai, are you threatening me?"

Close your eyes, perhaps I am dreaming! Yes, it must be so, I have not yet awakened from the dream

I am still not quite clear about what exactly has happened, but I have an indescribable sense of anxiety and confusion in my heart

I hugged my knees and dragged the thick quilt from the bed to wrap myself tightly, observing coldly.

My gaze, filled with despair and confusion, shifted away from the mirror's surface and swept across that gentle and refined face. Then, I opened my mouth and bit down hard on the index finger of my left hand

The mere thought of missing the flight and being abandoned on the vast grassland by those heartless and immoral individuals sends a shiver through me, causing me to wake up with a start and leap out of bed.

You ... ... '' Before I could comprehend, the outstretched hand remained frozen in mid-air, and that girl had already swept out of my sight like a whirlwind

By the way, what time is it now? Hong said that we need to take the bus to the airport in the afternoon. If I continue to indulge in sleep and stay in bed, will I miss the time?

I felt a chill run down my spine as I was being watched, and I jumped up in surprise, retreating nervously towards the corner of the bed. However, before I could fully back away, I suddenly felt a tight grip on my arm, and in an instant, I was pulled into a warm embrace.

My hand remains suspended in mid-air, yet the tremors that travel through my fingertips betray the unease and fear that dwell within me at this moment

It hurts so much! People say that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and it turns out that the pain is indeed this intense! It hurts so much that my heart feels twisted together.

Only Shule Beile Ye cast a glance, not angry yet imposing, with a commanding presence he questioned: "Chu Ying, did you just bully Mang Gu Er Tai?"

Mama mia, killing someone, why does he speak of it as if it were as easy as chopping a radish

My heart raced rapidly, feeling as if the room was filled with people, to the point where there was not a single breath of oxygen left, and I was heavily surrounded by a suffocating sense of pain.

"Ah Ma!" Dai Shan suddenly stepped forward and said slowly, "It's nothing serious, my elder brother is just playing around with the fifth brother."

The owner of that ancient tomb

Although there is a discrepancy in age, this face—this face reflected in the mirror—is undoubtedly hers without a doubt

The tall boy standing beside me pressed his lips together without uttering a word, his face pale, yet his lowered eyes revealed a stubbornness.

After these individuals entered, each one widened their concerned eyes and stared at me

I hope this is truly just a dream

Oh God! This dream is just too absurd! No way! No way! Even if it's a dream, I absolutely have no reason to let a little brat take advantage of me.

The earthen kang, with a wooden six-pillar bed frame placed on it, is adorned with a red silk canopy hanging from the pillars. Looking out from the lifted bed curtain, the small room is surrounded by a circle of kang. On the opposite kang, there is a kang table and cushions. The window frames are wooden, and the door is also wooden, giving the entire room a very rustic appearance. It is said that the hotel where we are staying these days has poor conditions, but here, the facilities seem to be even worse than those of the hotel.

As he tightened his grip around my arm, I let out a muffled groan, feeling as though my bones were about to be crushed by him, it hurt so much