"Brother, I really dreamed of my son last night..."
Ever since the nightmare last night, the Queen Mother had been unable to sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes and began to drift off, the image of her son's gruesome death swam before her. She struggled through the night until dawn, looking utterly haggard, then immediately sent for her elder brother to discuss it.
Su Shi Yilu gently comforted his younger sister.
"Don't cry. Take your time and tell me exactly what you dreamed. Don't those people from the Central Plains say dreams are the opposite of reality? It might even be a good omen..." Su Shi Yilu doted on his sister beyond measure. The moment she started crying, he was at a loss.
The Queen Mother wiped away her tears.
She fought down her panic and recounted the dream in every detail.
Strangely enough, no matter how frightening her dreams had been in the past, she would forget them as soon as she woke. But last night's dream was different: she could clearly remember every detail and describe exactly what the Twelfth Prince had looked like in it. When she finished, she lowered her head and sobbed again.
At first, Su Shi Yilu hadn't taken it to heart.
After all, dreams weren't something one could rely on.
But ever since the Calamity Star had fallen from the heavens, all kinds of outrageous things had happened, and people had grown increasingly superstitious about dreams.
"Don't panic yet. Your brother has already sent more people out in secret to search. We'll have good news before long. Have faith in your son. The Twelfth is a warrior who carries the blood of our Divine Descendants tribe. He won't be taken down easily. Besides, before he left, your brother passed the secret art on