Chapter 469 - 468: One Dream (Vote Count 1020+)

Chapter 469: Chapter 468: One Dream (Vote Count 1020+)

After a sigh, Yunluo slowly said again, "Liu Yulan is the daughter of Sister Niang’s wet nurse, Liu Menghai’s family. Liu Menghai’s family followed Sister Niang when she married out, and Liu Yulan was matched to a family-born servant to be a wet nurse to the eldest grandson of Second Uncle and Second Aunt.

At that time, both Second Uncle and Second Aunt had already passed away, and there was only me, an old woman, in the mansion.

In the past, here and there, Liu Menghai’s family heard some words from Second Uncle and Second Aunt. After decades, many unclear matters became apparent, and they guessed rightly.

Not wanting to take the secret to the grave, she told Liu Yulan, who came to find me.

Liu Yulan said that the Old Marquis, father, and Third Uncle did not die in battle, neither did you, mother did not commit suicide. The second branch did all the evil deeds, for the sake of the title.

They wanted me to adopt Lingran, coveting the wealth of the main house, to prevent it from being divided by the clan.

Everything was conspiracy and calculation.

I spent half a year reflecting on half a life. I knelt in front of the Bodhisattva, thinking over and over, stood in front of the ancestral hall, thinking over and over, and finally figured it out.

I was wrong, so gravely wrong, which is why I ended up with this outcome.

I wanted revenge, but my enemies are all in the ancestral hall, like you, they are all spiritual tablets, visible but untouchable.

Heir Apparent, in the dream, I swore that if I could wake up, I would never let you die in vain, never let them have a good end.

So the Bodhisattva let me wake up, and you came back.

After finishing speaking, Yunluo was calm, only the fine, thin sweat on her forehead made Mu Lianxiao understand how long the fifty years in her words had been.

Mu Lianxiao raised his eyes to look at Yunluo, and unconsciously, the hand holding hers had already tightened.

He was unaware, and Yunluo did not feel pain either.

Both were dragged into those fifty years, unable to come out for a long time.

Yunluo’s eyelids trembled, and another string of tears fell: "Hatred or enmity, it’s always been buried in my heart, I dare not forget.

If I forget, perhaps I will fall into that kind of dream again. I’m not afraid of the green lamp and old Buddha, I’m afraid I’ll make another mistake and cause you to go to the battlefield with a mind full of worries, causing mother to die tragically.

This dream, I can’t speak of it, I’ve been unable to for these years.

Patricide and fratricide, such accusations, how can they be proven by just a dream?

If it weren’t for Mu Tang, I also..."

I wouldn’t have spoken everything out at this moment.

A dream.

All the experiences, all the details are so clear, is it just a dream?

Mu Lianxiao’s heart was fiercely twisted.

Since the two of them got engaged, all the places that made him feel unnatural and awkward suddenly surfaced clearly in front of him.

The first year’s Qixi Festival, the flower melon sent over was engraved with a dragon boat drumming, clearly separated by a crowd across a lake. Even if Yunluo was on the shore, she should not have seen his demeanor clearly, yet she carved it vividly.

In the Fa Yin Temple, Yunluo fell on the ground in tears, not because she sprained her foot, but because she reunited with him.

The few meetings before the wedding, Yunluo never hid her affection for him, having been wrong for a lifetime, how could she be willing to be wrong for another?

Mu Lianxiao once felt delighted because Yunluo could write his words, thinking he was important to her. Indeed he was important, but the handwriting was not from practicing with the letter she wrote after he returned from Lindong, but from the family letters over those five years, which she had practiced for fifty years.

When recognizing relatives at the wedding, Yunluo was not warm to the second branch and the people from the clan, instead, she was aloof. Mu Lianxiao had asked, but Yunluo lightly dismissed it, and only now did Mu Lianxiao finally understand; she couldn’t pretend to be warm because they were her enemies.

At Shanyu Pass, Yunluo asked about armor, ambushes, and arrows, all because of this.

Before the surprise attack on Ancient Meili, she sat on him and said, if he didn’t return, she wouldn’t remain a widow, she would remarry...

For someone who kept watch for fifty years in the dream, these words were just to provoke him, a form of venting.

If she could really let go, forgetfully spending half a lifetime with the green lamp and old Buddha, how could she remarry him?

As Yunluo said, given the Du Family’s background, marrying into an ordinary official family would not be difficult at all.

Mu Lianxiao propped himself up to sit upright.

He saw the candlestick on the bracelet, remembering the wedding night.

His Yunluo was obviously in extreme pain, yet she was so passionate, entangling him.

Falling asleep in a daze, Yunluo resting her head on his wrist, sobbed in her dream saying, ’I really miss you.’

That sentence, like a knife, stabbed deeply into Mu Lianxiao’s heart, a pain as if his internal organs were twisted together.

"Yunluo..." Mu Lianxiao raised his hand to rest on the back of Yunluo’s neck, gently exerting force, pressing her against his chest.

Yunluo’s shoulders trembled uncontrollably; she was no longer calm, sobbing as she cried.

Mu Lianxiao stroked her back repeatedly, holding her tightly in his embrace.

He thought, isn’t this more than just a simple dream.

If it weren’t for love and hatred penetrating deeply, if it weren’t for separation by life and death, Yunluo would not be like this.

After coming back from Qinglian Temple, Mu Lianxiao was still entangled in the past events Mu Tang mentioned. At this moment, his mindset also underwent a change.

Fifty years of the green lamp and old Buddha, the suffering within, cannot possibly be expressed in words?

Mu Lianxiao can hardly imagine how his Yunluo, his delicate, his weepy, and smiley wife, endured those fifty years...

He couldn’t reconcile Yunluo with Mrs. Xu and Mrs. Lu from the mansion who chanted and ate vegetarian meals.

Breathing gradually heavy, Mu Lianxiao heard his own heartbeat, again and again, he was alive, he must be alive.

If Mu Liankang hadn’t come back, if he himself had also died on the battlefield, the future of the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion would slowly become what Yunluo said.

Would he have to witness her painful endurance for another fifty years?

The words Mu Tang had spoken already revealed Mu Yuanmou’s cruelty to Mu Lianxiao, and Yunluo’s "dream" implicated the whole second branch, Mu Lianxiao no longer cared about believing. What he only thought of was to prevent Yunluo from repeating the same mistake.

"Yunluo," Mu Lianxiao’s lips fell next to Yunluo’s ear, hoarse, "This time, I won’t let you chant half a lifetime of Buddhist scriptures; I will stay with you to old age.

Yunluo, think of Brother Yan, he’s our son, you can wholeheartedly be good to him, leave his discipline to me, you just be a loving mother, I’ll be the strict father.

We agreed before, to have a few more kids, to have a daughter, as delicate as you, and when anyone dares to bully her, let Brother Yan and his brothers gang up to take him down.

Yunluo, you won’t return to such a dream again..."

Mu Lianxiao’s voice softened, turning into a whisper. As Yunluo cried, her consciousness became somewhat blurred, resting her head on Mu Lianxiao’s arm and falling asleep.