Chapter 92 Your Highness, I had a nightmare.

Chapter 92 Your Highness, I had a nightmare.

At 11:45 PM, in the Regent's Palace, in the master bedroom.

Most of the red candles in the room had gone out, leaving only a dim wall lamp that emitted a hazy warmth.

Pei Yunjing had already lain down.

Since returning from Huguo Temple, although the two have not crossed any lines even once, "sleeping in the same bed" has become a tacit understanding.

For Pei Yunjing, she was his only sleeping pill; he could only fall asleep while holding her.

For Tang Li... this is a giant human-shaped heater, quite comfortable to hug in winter.

But tonight, Tangli can't sleep.

She had her back to Pei Yunjing, huddled under the covers, her eyes wide open like saucers.

My mind was filled with the terrifying news that Zhao Cai had brought—

At 3:45 PM tomorrow, at Changsheng Bridge, gunpowder will be detonated.

This is like a sword hanging over our heads!

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

A deep, slightly hoarse male voice came from behind.

A long, strong arm reached out naturally, wrapped around her waist, and pulled her closer to its embrace.

Pei Yunjing did not open his eyes, his chin resting on the top of her head, his breathing steady:

"Are you just flipping the pancake over and over again?"

Tang Li stiffened for a moment, then softened and leaned into his arms.

We can't hesitate any longer.

If we don't say anything soon, this man will be sent to his death on the bridge tomorrow.

But that excuse of being a "reclusive master" can no longer be used.

Pei Yunjing has been sending his secret guards to search the entire city for that "one-eared hero" for the past two days. If he were to receive such accurate intelligence again, he would turn that dilapidated temple upside down.

At that time, it's a small matter if the whole nest of rats is exposed, but it's a big deal if she's treated as a monster.

"Since we can't tell the truth, then... let's rely on our acting skills!"

Tang Li mentally cheered herself up.

She closed her eyes, began to regulate her breathing, and prepared her emotions.

Just thinking about all the braised pork I've ever had in my life...

Just imagine the horrific scenario of being buried alive with Pei Yunjing if he dies...

Fear then sets in.

...

Half an hour later.

The once quiet bedroom was suddenly filled with a suppressed, terrified murmur.

"No...don't..."

Tang Li frowned, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.

Her body began to convulse unconsciously, her hands flailing wildly in the air, as if she were struggling desperately in a nightmare.

"Fire... such a huge fire..."

"Don't go...don't go there..."

Pei Yunjing, who was beside him, woke up instantly.

As a military general, he was extremely vigilant.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and unwavering, showing no sign of sleepiness.

"Tangli?"

He propped himself up and looked at the little woman in his arms, who was trembling all over and covered in cold sweat.

The overload of his senses allowed him to clearly hear her rapid, drum-like heartbeat; it wasn't feigned, it was genuine fear.

Wake up!

Pei Yunjing reached out and patted her cheek, trying to wake her up.

However, Tang Li did not wake up; instead, she fell into an even deeper nightmare.

"The bridge...the bridge is broken!"

She suddenly let out a piercing scream, her hands gripping Pei Yunjing's collar so tightly that her nails almost dug into his flesh:

"Pei Yunjing! Don't go on the bridge! You'll die! Ah—!!!"

The words "You will die" made Pei Yunjing's pupils shrink sharply.

Without further hesitation, he used his strength to lift her up and hold her close, gently patting her back with one hand as he said in a deep voice:

"Tang Li! Wake up! Look at me!"

"Huff... huff..."

Tang Li suddenly opened her eyes.

Those eyes, which usually shone with cunning, were now empty and blank, brimming with tears.

She stared blankly at Pei Yunjing, and after several breaths, as if she finally recognized the person in front of her, she burst into tears.

"Your Highness... Waaaaah..."

She threw herself into his arms without a second thought, trembling like a fledgling bird lost in a storm.

"I had a nightmare...it was so scary...it was really scary..."

Pei Yunjing let her hug him, his brows furrowed slightly. He took a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. Although his voice was cold and hard, his actions revealed a hint of patience.

"What did you dream about? You're crying like that."

"I dreamt... I dreamt about the lantern festival tomorrow night..."

Tangli sobbed, describing the "precognitive dream" in broken sentences, each word sounding as if she had witnessed it firsthand:

"Red lanterns everywhere...so many people...and then you went up the Bridge of Immortality..."

She gripped his sleeve tightly, her knuckles white, her eyes filled with terror:

Suddenly! With a loud bang! A huge flame shot out from under the bridge!

"The bridge collapsed...it shattered into many pieces...you fell into the moat...the water was full of fire and blood..."

"I wanted to hold you back... but I couldn't... I could only watch as you were engulfed by the fire..."

As Tang Li spoke, her body trembled violently again, her despair and helplessness portrayed perfectly (after all, she was genuinely afraid of death).

Pei Yunjing listened to her description, his brows furrowing more and more tightly.

Changsheng Bridge.

Firelight.

Collapse.

This dream... is a bit too vivid.

In the past, he would have scolded the person with "superstition and nonsense" and then sent them to sleep.

But ever since the incident involving the "feng shui diagram" used to catch spies, he no longer dared to completely ignore Tang Li's inexplicable "intuition".

not to mention……

Looking at the woman in his arms, crying so hard she was almost passing out, he felt a strange tightness in his chest.

She was afraid he would die.

This feeling of being completely concerned about someone's life and death is unfamiliar, yet not unpleasant.

"alright."

Pei Yunjing patted her back, tucked her messy, wet hair behind her ear, and softened his voice:

"It was just a dream."

"But the elders all say... there will be ominous signs after a great battle!"

Tang Li raised her head, her teary eyes fixed on him, her tone stubborn and earnest:

"Those spies were just wiped out, although one escaped, their resentment still lingers... This dream is too real, it's like... like God is giving us a warning!"

"Your Highness, it's better to believe it exists than not!"

She grasped his hand and pressed it against her heart:

"Feel it... my heart is pounding in my chest... if something really happens to you, I... I don't want to live anymore!"

Pei Yunjing placed his palm against her warm chest, feeling the rapid beating of her heart.

That was the fear that pounded for him.

Even though reason tells him that this is just a woman's wild imagination, a dream about what she thinks about during the day.

But emotionally, he couldn't refuse this weighty concern.

"……knew."

Pei Yunjing remained silent for a moment, but finally gave in.

He lay back down and wrapped the still-soothing woman tightly in the blanket, holding her like a silkworm cocoon.

"Stop crying. If you cry and your eyes get swollen, how will you see the lights tomorrow?"

Pei Yunjing closed his eyes, rested his chin on the top of her head, and spoke in a deep voice that sounded particularly reassuring in the darkness:

"Since you're afraid... then I'll have someone investigate tomorrow."

"How about we turn that bridge upside down so you can have peace of mind?"

Tang Li sniffed, snuggled against him, and a smug smile crept onto her lips.

"Hmm... Your Highness is the best."

As long as you actually investigate.

Then my life, and your life too...

Even if we manage to save it.