Chapter 1365: Prince Consort? The Me in My Dream?
Bai Zhi’er nodded, and Jun Kuang quickly got out of the carriage.
He was very courteous, not directly reaching out to pull Bai Zhi’er.
Instead, he covered his hand with his sleeve, extending it to let Bai Zhi’er hold onto the fabric.
After all, a woman’s reputation is paramount, and Bai Zhi’er was of noble status; Jun Kuang wanted to avoid any "skin-to-skin contact."
But Bai Zhi’er waved her hand: "No need."
She leaped gracefully and landed steadily by herself.
Seeing this, Jun Kuang retracted his hand and laughed lightly with helplessness.
The coachman and several Hidden Guards helped handle the stone stuck in the cart’s axle.
The carriage happened to stop by the water’s edge of Yang Liu, Yiyi.
Bai Zhi’er and Jun Kuang stood by the shore, gazing at the shimmering moonlit surface of the water.
At this moment, a fallen flower dropped into the water, the floating pink stamens rippling with circles of waves.
Much like Jun Kuang’s current unsettled heart.
Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Bai Zhi’er standing beside him.
Under the moonlight, Princess Cui Cuo appeared even more noble and beautiful, an indescribable gracefulness.
Just like the vibrant flowers blooming in the valley.
She blossomed for no one, yet the moonlight, night breeze, and stars, all beautiful things, came for her.
Bai Zhi’er’s recent kindness towards Scholar Cai deeply touched the softest part of Jun Kuang’s heart.
He spoke sincerely: "Actually, Your Highness, even before our first meeting at Prince Kang’s Mansion, I feel like I had already seen you."
Bai Zhi’er was playing with a willow twig.
Hearing this, she turned to look at Jun Kuang, eyes filled with doubt: "Hm?"
She remembered the first time she saw Jun Kuang, she was just a child!
It was her Third Brother, Bai Yaoyu, who brought the half-dead Jun Kuang back from outside.
Jun Kuang’s life was indeed saved by Bai Zhi’er.
But Jun Kuang said, "I dreamt of the Princess. However, the Princess in my dream was very different from you now."
"The Princess in the dream had a more impulsive and cunning temperament, ambitious."
"She did good deeds, but also many bad ones, eliminating dissidents in the court for power."
"To consolidate her power, she once slaughtered over three hundred sons of poor families, just to protect the interests of the nobility."
Listening to this, Bai Zhi’er’s brows gradually furrowed: "Are you sure it was me?"
There was no way she would do such cruel things!
Jun Kuang smiled: "I wasn’t sure at first, but now I can be certain, that definitely wasn’t the Princess."
"In the dream, I spent the rest of my life with that Fake Princess, witnessing her rise from nothing to controlling Great Chu."
"You are completely different from her, in appearance, and..."
At this, Jun Kuang turned around and gazed at Bai Zhi’er.
"And in the dream, I was the Fake Princess’s Prince Consort, but upon awakening, you are my savior."
The willow twig in Bai Zhi’er’s hand fell to the ground with a "snap."
She was astonished: "Prince Consort? With the dream version of me?"
Jun Kuang nodded: "Does Your Highness also find it strange? In fact, I found it odd at first."
"Though I was her Prince Consort, I had to serve her carefully, and in the end, I died under her power."
"Yet, when I opened my eyes, I returned to my childhood, and the first person I saw was you, Princess."
"At that time, I wasn’t sure if I had woken from the dream or if I was dreaming again."
He spoke and then laughed: "However, even if both were dreams, in comparison, clearly, it is now that I am happier."
Bai Zhi’er was about to speak when a cold voice interjected—
"Happy about what?"