They are both particularly clever because they grew up eating onions. Although Wan Zhen’er said nothing and still maintained a pleasant smile, the crown prince knew that she was angry and that she was punishing him.
The crown prince quietly killed the man Wan Zhen’er liked.
Wan Zhen’er was not very sad about Du Zhi’yan’s death. Her feelings for Du Zhi’yan had not reached the point of two butterflies dancing together on the same jade platform. Wan Zhen’er was just angry. She felt that she had been played by this young boy whom she completely trusted, and who had even ruined her potentially happy later life.
Therefore, Wan Zhen’er was extremely furious.
Wan Zhen’er did not expect that she would be unable to sleep alone.
Wan Zhen’er stared out the window. The midnight was unusually quiet. The recent weather was unpredictable, and it started raining in the middle of the night. Large raindrops fell, hitting the leaves outside the window, creating a continuous patter.
Wan Zhen’er tossed and turned but could not fall asleep.
Finally, she had to count sheep, but still could not sleep.
While counting sheep, Wan Zhen’er suddenly thought: Has the crown prince fallen asleep?
She wondered: Will the crown prince kick off his blanket?
What if he kicks off the blanket? Will he get cold?
The sky is thundering. Is he scared?
Wan Zhen’er then realized that it was not just the crown prince who was used to sleeping beside her; she had also grown accustomed to his presence. Without him by her side, she felt empty.
Unable to resist, Wan Zhen’er got out of bed and went to the crown prince’s room to check on him.
The candle in the room had not been extinguished, and a soft glow surrounded the space. When the wind blew, the light swayed gently.
The crown prince suddenly cried out: “Aunt, no, don’t leave me!”
Wan Zhen’er hurried to the crown prince’s bedside. It turned out he was having a nightmare. Without Wan Zhen’er by his side, the crown prince either could not sleep or had bad dreams.
