Dreaming

Prince Zhou's Mansion did not order anyone to commit martyrdom today. When the Princess Consort walked out, leaning on Nanny Qin's arm, Madam Shi and the others had already changed their clothes and were kneeling on the ground, crying.

She paused and said, "You all heard the argument in the room just now. We will decide after the Heir submits a memorial to the throne for the Emperor's approval. For the next few days, you will properly mourn by the spirit tablet. Do not overthink things, and do not commit suicide on your own."

She half-knelt down and looked them in the eyes, "I know you are afraid of waiting to die. I have waited for so many years, and I am also afraid. But you are now six people as one. So, it's not scary to die alone, but don't end up taking someone else's life with you."

Madam Shi trembled and quickly said, "Your Highness, please rest assured, we will not commit suicide on our own."

At this time, if even one person committed suicide to be buried with the deceased, the others would be forced to do the same. So, they would live together or die together.

Indeed, some people were on the verge of breaking down under the immense pressure. They thought that whether they died early or late, it was still death, so it was better to die sooner and be free from the constant fear and worry.

But while they were willing to die themselves, they did not want to be responsible for others' lives.

To have caused someone's death for no reason, and if they were to become a concubine in the imperial family in the next life, with their life and death not in their own hands, how tragic would that be?

Prince Zhou was standing beside the Princess Consort at this moment. Hearing this, he sighed, and the liveliness on him vanished, making him appear gloomy and eerie.

He floated back to Pan Yun's side, "This system is too damaging to virtue and the heart. I don't know when it will be abolished."

Isn't this all the sin your ancestors committed?

Pan Yun remained silent.

Prince Zhou also felt uncomfortable, so he just wanted to express himself, not necessarily expecting a response.

Prince Zhou's mourning hall had already been set up. Zhu Zijin was guarding the spirit with Zhu Tongqie. Zhu Zihou and Zhu Zifang also accompanied them silently. When night fell, the two persuaded Zhu Zijin to send Zhu Tongqie back, "He is young and cannot keep vigil all night. His health should be prioritized."

After a few polite refusals, Zhu Zijin had Madam Gu carry Zhu Tongqie back to rest.

As Zhu Tongqie was carried out of the mourning hall, he saw Pan Yun standing by the door and pointed to the empty space beside her, calling out, "Grandpa, Grandpa..."

Madam Gu wiped her tears and coaxed him, "Grandpa is asleep. Qie'er needs to be good..."

Zhu Tongqie tilted his head and looked at his grandfather standing beside his sister. He thought his mother was lying. His grandfather was clearly standing there. Seeing his grandfather look over, he happily waved his hand.

Prince Zhou was surprised again, "He can see me. Could it be that my grandson has great talent for cultivation?"

Pan Yun was unfazed, "Children's eyes are clean. Before their heavenly eyes are completely closed, they can see some things."

She paused, then added, "However, this child does have some talent. Why don't you give him to Sanqing Temple?"

Prince Zhou hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. He couldn't bear to part with him.

Zhu Zijin only had one son now. If he were taken away by the Daoist sect, what would happen to Prince Zhou's Mansion in the future?

He rolled his eyes and said, "We can visit often. He can be a lay disciple. When he's older and still has this talent and achieves success in cultivation, Sanqing Temple can accept him then."

He now fully believed in the abilities of Sanqing Temple. There were so many liars in the world, and it was difficult to find someone truly capable. He was lucky to have encountered them this time, so he naturally didn't want to let them go.

First, establish a good connection, then visit often and maintain contact. If Prince Zhou's Mansion faced difficulties in the future, they could seek help.

Prince Zhou said, "Can you also help me send a dream to Zijin?"

Pan Yun: "Dreams aren't that easy to send..."

"I'll have him send you another plate of silver."

Pan Yun: "No problem, no problem."

Pan Yun led him towards the guest courtyard. Seeing that the rooms of Doctor Zhang and the eunuch were dark, she then formed hand seals to weave a dream and let Prince Zhou enter it.

Prince Zhou disappeared from his spot. Xuan Miao, standing under the tree, watched the entire process. She couldn't help but frown.

Pan Yun's gaze accurately landed on her. The two looked at each other in the darkness for a moment, and then Xuan Miao walked over.

Neither of them spoke, just waited quietly.

At this moment, Prince Zhou was weeping profusely in Doctor Zhang's dream, bowing repeatedly and begging him to return to the capital to help him fulfill his last wish.

"This matter has become an obsession. If I can't fulfill it, my heart will not be at peace, even in death."

Doctor Zhang rolled over, annoyed, wanting to drive Prince Zhou out of his dream. But Prince Zhou kept chattering in his mind.

Doctor Zhang became irritated. He rolled over and suddenly opened his eyes, waking up. The dream lure Pan Yun had placed on him instantly shattered.

Prince Zhou reappeared beside Pan Yun with a whoosh. He was still a bit dazed, "Why did he wake up?"

Pan Yun said, "It's alright. The dream has been made. If he doesn't act accordingly, I'll make him sleep for a day tomorrow and constantly dream, forcing him to believe this dream is real and to fulfill your wish."

Prince Zhou nodded, "Next, let's go to Eunuch Qian."

Pan Yun was about to form hand seals to weave a dream when Xuan Miao pressed her hand and said with a complex expression, "You mean sending dreams by weaving them yourself?"

Pan Yun: "Is there a problem?"

Xuan Miao glanced at Prince Zhou, formed a hand seal with one hand, and a spiritual light flew into Prince Zhou's soul. With a wave of her hand, Prince Zhou flew away with a whoosh, lightly entering Eunuch Qian's room.

Pan Yun's eyes widened. She opened her heavenly eye and saw Prince Zhou smoothly entering Eunuch Qian's dream.

Prince Zhou also immediately noticed the difference. With Doctor Zhang, he was in his room bowing and pleading, which was a dream woven by Pan Yun. But here with Eunuch Qian...

Eunuch Qian was having a beautiful dream of the imperial palace. The somewhat familiar Wang Zhen was kneeling at his feet, serving him to put on his shoes. His hands were covered in gold rings, and he was delicately holding a cup of tea to drink.

Prince Zhou suddenly appeared before him, startling Eunuch Qian.

But he quickly regained his composure, pinching his fingers and saying, "Prince Zhou, what are you doing here?"

Prince Zhou disliked Wang Zhen, but that didn't mean he liked this Eunuch Qian.

This thing was like this to Wang Zhen in his dream. It must be hypocritical and pretentious, arrogant and overbearing. Once it gained power, it would probably be worse than Wang Zhen himself.

Therefore, he didn't ask for anything and directly said with a grim face, "I have something to ask Eunuch Qian to go on a trip."

Seeing how arrogant Prince Zhou was even in his dream, Eunuch Qian subconsciously inflicted all sorts of calamities upon him, such as the Emperor discovering his rebellion, stripping him of his title, exiling him, beheading him, and confiscating his property. Never mind the logic, just make the dream as miserable as possible.

But Prince Zhou was no pushover. Before Eunuch Qian could even imagine the execution, the dream shifted. Prince Zhou directly cooperated with the Imperial Clan Court and went on a killing spree, not only capturing Eunuch Qian but also killing Wang Zhen.

Anyway, this dream was very free. Unlike the last one, which was rigid, he and Doctor Zhang couldn't escape it. Here, they could do as they pleased. Prince Zhou seemed to be more adept at wielding his power than the dream's owner, making Eunuch Qian the one being tormented.

Eunuch Qian vaguely knew he was having a nightmare. He wanted to wake up but found he couldn't open his eyes or move his limbs.

He told himself it was just a dream and there was no need to be afraid; he just needed to open his eyes. But he found that his eyes seemed to have opened, seeing a pitch-black room, yet his eyelids hadn't lifted...

He wanted to move his limbs again, but half his body was numb, and it felt like a thousand pounds of stone were pressing down on him. Forget about turning over, he couldn't even move a finger.

Eunuch Qian broke out in a cold sweat. He suddenly remembered that Prince Zhou was already dead. He was experiencing sleep paralysis.

The scene in the dream changed. The palace instantly disappeared, replaced by the appearance of Eunuch Qian's current room. Eunuch Qian knelt on the ground, weeping profusely and begging for forgiveness. "Your Highness, this lowly one had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai. Please spare this lowly one. Tell me whatever you require, and I will certainly comply."

Prince Zhou, who had been on a killing spree in the dream, reluctantly stopped. He glanced down at Eunuch Qian from above and said, "It's nothing major. I just need you to return to the capital tomorrow and plead for mercy on my behalf with the Emperor..."

Prince Zhou forced Eunuch Qian to agree and made him repeat it twice to ensure he wouldn't forget before reluctantly leaving his dream.

As soon as he floated out, Eunuch Qian's legs kicked out in mid-air. He trembled all over and suddenly opened his eyes.

But he was covered in sweat, his limbs were cold, and his heart rate was too fast. He shakily sat up in bed, confirming that he had just experienced sleep paralysis and dreamed of Prince Zhou.

He fearfully scrambled to his knees and bowed in all directions, "Prince Zhou, please forgive me. In the dream just now, this lowly one didn't know it was you and thought it was just a dream..."

Prince Zhou, satisfied, floated back to Pan Yun's side. He first bowed respectfully to Xuan Miao, then said, "Little Friend Pan, can you create such a dream for Doctor Zhang?"

He spoke to Pan Yun, but his eyes couldn't help but glance at Xuan Miao.

Xuan Miao smiled slightly. This time, she didn't even make any hand gestures. She directly waved him away. Prince Zhou happily somersaulted in mid-air and plunged into Doctor Zhang's room.

Doctor Zhang had just fallen asleep, and the dream was just beginning. It was in his home, with a table full of delicacies. Whoosh, Prince Zhou sat opposite him...

As soon as he saw Prince Zhou, Doctor Zhang, with his experience, was about to open his eyes and wake up. But he found that this time, he couldn't wake up no matter what...

Pan Yun's expression was gone. She marveled inwardly, Xuan Miao is so powerful. Is this the magic of this world? It seems a bit more powerful than my Dream Weaving.

"Meow--" Pan Little Black took two steps on the branch, then lay down, looking down at the two people below. He responded, "Your past life's civilization was lacking. You only understand the surface of many things. Countless cultivation techniques and spells were lost by the 26th century. Dream Weaving is hailed as a restored ancient spell, but you know in your hearts how much of it is self-created.

Clearly, here, there are better and superior spells than Dream Weaving that allow ghosts to enter dreams."

Xuan Miao heard the meowing and looked up at the cat on the branch. She spoke more than usual, "I discovered a long time ago that you seem to be able to communicate with this black cat.

Is it limited to this cat, or can other animals also communicate?"

Pan Yun remained silent.

Xuan Miao said, "You are very young, but your cultivation is not shallow, and your knowledge of spells is varied. I don't know who your master is, but you have gone down the wrong path in many ways. I advise you not to cultivate further before returning to Mount Sanqing, lest you harm yourself and leave future trouble."

She glanced back at Doctor Zhang, who was still dreaming, and said to Pan Yun, "To make a ghost enter a dream, there's no need to place a trigger on the person. Ghosts are already in the third space, and dreams are also otherworldly spaces. By placing a trigger on the ghost, it can connect to the dream, allowing it to go to whoever's dream it wishes."

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