A Slacker's Dream

Chapter 97

Too many worries lately had left Li Wenchuan restless, and he found himself easily recalling things from his past life.

Unlike Jiang Hansheng, whose life had been far too long and whose memories had faded, everything related to Li Wenchuan remained especially clear. Li Wenchuan's previous life had passed too quickly; when he recalled many things, they felt as though they had happened yesterday.

This memory seemed to take place at the prince's residence. He did not know when he had wandered here.

As a child, he had loved roaming around the palace. He had visited several desolate, remote palaces, and heard that beneath the wells sealed with stones and within lakes covered in algae lingered the wronged souls of palace servants and imperial consorts.

Those places were the most sinister. The eunuchs, having been castrated, did not dare go near them for fear of attracting bad luck. The palace maids were timid, while the older ones knew more and kept their mouths tightly shut.

Li Wenchuan, on the other hand, had been happy to go there. There was no one around, and he could sit there alone. Occasionally, a tabby cat would come by. That cat always curled itself into a ball. When Li Wenchuan stroked it, every bit of its flesh felt especially plump.

Later, after he came of age and received a prince's residence, Li Wenchuan secretly took the cat with him.

The cat was no longer young—it was an old cat. Even after being carried to a new residence, it did not fuss, as though food alone was enough for it. But it was too wild and often disappeared without a trace.

Yet now Li Wenchuan saw that cat. It was in a pavilion not far away, curled into a ball again like an