I woke up instantly from the dream.

I touched my face and it was full of tears.

Linhuai was sitting at the desk nearby, reviewing memorials under the lamp.

Ouyang Qi is dead. The Emperor has covered up the whole thing and bestowed the crown prince title upon Linhuai.

Hearing the noise from my side, he put down the memorials and walked over quickly, whispering, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

I stared at him blankly, tears streaming down uncontrollably. "It seems like I dreamed about things from my past life... Ouyang Qi used me as a tool to commit murder..."

"You gained fame as a young man, a gentleman with integrity. Your lifelong reputation was ruined by my hands."

"I have caused you so much misery..."

Linhuai paused for a moment, then leaned down and kissed my eyes gently. "Stop crying, it's just a dream, all fake."

I pouted, asking in a pitiful tone, "Is it really fake?"

"Yes, it's all fake. Now is the real thing." He embraced me and we lay down, his gaze softly fixed on my face. "Sleep, I'll protect you."

I softly murmured, "Okay," smiled, and closed my eyes again.