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Hu Country’s prince Sima Jiao, from the time he was a child, had insomnia and more dreams. He often had many dreams, most of which had no concrete images. They were large swathes of red sky, blood and flames, and occasionally palaces and chains hanging over his head. It was depressing.

Just like the teachers who taught him, the lengthy preaching, with contempt and repulsive eyes, was unpleasant.

But, occasionally, he also dreamt of a person, a woman.

Sometimes, she sat on the edge of a mountain stream, stepped barefoot on the water, reached out a hand to fold off a fresh green leaf on top of her head, and blew the green leaf randomly in the clear stream. The sun fell on her ankles, on her long eyelashes and cheeks, on her fingers that raised splashes.

He felt very calm in his dream. He even watched it all with a soft emotion. He could feel the cold stream through this dream.

Sometimes, she lay in a ball on a bed, trapped in a soft package, like a candied date wrapped in candy, with a sweet smell. Occasionally, she would roll over and put her hand out on the side of the bed. And he would raise her hand in his dream, massaging her fingers one by one.

Sometimes, she shed tears to him in her dreams, as if he broke her heart, making her unhappy in the dream. She wept to him, and he had nowhere to vent the pain in his heart.

The face of the person in the dream changed from blurry to clear as he grew older, and it moved more and more. Yet the question of who she was had troubled him for many years.

“Who are you?”

“Liao Tingyan, I am Liao Tingyan.” 

When she met him, she was Liao Tingyan.

Sima Jiao stood in front of Liao Tingyan, stretched out his hand to rub her chin and cheek. His fingers were slightly cool, and there were many questions in his eyes when he looked at her.

Liao Tingyan had already cried enough, and finally recovered from the long-lost reunion. She sat there looking up at Sima Jiao, as if staring at the flower that opened again after many years. After the surging heart wave subsided, the new waves arose. The ground had small waves.

If it weren’t for many people watching, she might have touched his face.

Hmm…That was right. She took a closer look. At present, this person was sixteen-year-old, not the same as she was familiar with. The former Sima Jiao looked like a young man. After all, he had lived so many years, and his expressions and movements were usually full of adult temperament, but now this Sima Jiao… was really tender.

His eyes looked the same but because he had not been superimposed on memory for hundreds of years, they looked clearer and a little rounder. The contours of his face were softer than the grown-up appearance, not so sharp, and the nose and lips were also cute and lovely. 

It was like he suddenly returned to his teenage years. Seeing the appearance of her young lover, she was astonished! Even if the other party used to be a selfish old dog, it didn’t affect his current cuteness.

This little face was so tender.

Liao Tingyan couldn’t help but reach out and touch his face.

Sima Jiao: “…”?

The beauty in front of him who was still crying made him surprised. Of course, if he wanted to touch someone’s face, he coul. But what happened to her? She was touching his face so naturally. In the end, he had that scary bad reputation as a tyrant.

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Sima Jiao looked at her weirdly, “You are touching my face?”

Liao Tingyan: “…” To be honest, Your Majesty, I have actually touched your b*tt, so what’s your face?

Sima Jiao didn’t feel angry when he realized that she was offended. Instead, he asked her, “You don’t seem to be afraid of me.”

Liao Tingyan: Huh? Am I still afraid of you now?

But she just came to his place and didn’t completely understand the new persona of her former partner. She didn’t know what scary things this tyrant did. So how could she be scared? To be honest, her acting skills had not improved at all for so many years. She didn’t know if she could handle this Sima Jiao.

Sima Jiao: “Have you never heard of solitary killing?”

Liao Tingyan: “Huh?”

Sima Jiao was very dissatisfied with her ignorant appearance. He felt that this girl was probably too young and was sheltered at home too well. She didn’t know the suffering in the world, and she had never heard of his reputation. 

Sima Jiao then swaggered to sit next to her, leaned back, waved his hand to let all the attendants who were standing aside go down. He then looked up and down Liao Tingyan with reckless eyes, and said, “Gu Zengjiang is a person who yelled at me. I peeled his skin and hung it at the gate of the palace until he was turned into a bone.”

Liao Tingyan: Well, that’s really terrible. If there weren’t the people who wanted to destroy the family at every turn, you would kill the entire staff in the inner ring of Gengchen Xianfu and burn most of the people who would be used to make flower fertilizer for comparison.

Sima Jiao could see that the beauty in front of him was not scared. He chuckled and picked her chin, “You are not afraid that if you anger me, you will be treated like this? I don’t pity people.”

Of course, this man was not born with the word pity the fragrance and cherish the jade. She remembered that she had just entered the Gengchen Xianfu and was selected to go to Three Saints Mountain. She watched him kill a bunch of beauties. He wanted to kill. He didn’t discriminate between men and women.

(Pity the fragrance and cherish the jade: tender, protective feelings(of man) to females.)

Yes, she remembered a small part of her memory at the time. It was Sima Jiao who had burned himself as a candle. It might have been a stimulus to her at that time.

When sixteen-year-old Sima Jia, approached her deliberately to scare her and told her his great achievement, not only was Liao Tingyan not afraid, she even wanted to laugh.

Forget it, she would give his Majesty a little face, after all, he was also terrible.

“Okay… I’m so scared,” her voice trembled a little. She held back the kind of tremor of laughter.

Sima Jiao: “…” 

The woman in front of him was weird.

Sima Jiao: “You don’t seem to be aware of your destiny. You are in front of Emperor Sima Jiao, and you will follow me to Yan City.” 

From then on, she would leave her hometown and be imprisoned in the palace cage.

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