She had woken up—what would become of the child?
Mingshu stood there in a daze, slowly rubbing her temple, feeling unspeakably dejected.
It was just a dream...
How had she taken it for reality?
But could that vivid experience really have been just a dream?
For a long time afterward, Mingshu had not dreamt that dream again.
She felt an indescribable sense of disappointment.
What had become of the child after she left?
Being so small and weak, without her protection, the Noble Consort would surely become even more unrestrained, wouldn't she?
The thing she wanted to know most was,
was he... still alive?
She had never expected that one day she would be so consumed with concern over a dream that ended without cause.
——
Just when Mingshu thought she would never find out the continuation of that dream, she once again returned to the familiar place.
Mingshu surveyed the peeling palace walls and the overgrown weeds in the neglected courtyard, her expression somewhat hesitant.