The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1405

Chapter 1405: 683 Princess Returns! (Two Updates)_3

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At night, Gu Jiao had a dream.

After arriving in Shengdu, she had noticeably more dreams than before, but interestingly, she would forget almost all of them upon waking up. Yet, in the dreams, all her memories seemed to be strung together.

For example, once in the dream, she would remember the courtyard full of Bellflowers, as well as the graveyard without a tombstone.

But tonight, it was neither the courtyard nor the graveyard—it was a boundless battlefield, with iron horses clashing, blood staining the yellow sand, and endless fighting. Soldiers kept falling, and the blood mist enshrouded the sky in crimson.

Atop a sea of withered bones, a man in silver armor rode upon a Hei Fengqi also clad in silver. One hand tightly gripped the reins, and the other held a Red-Tasseled Spear.

His silver armor was already smeared with blood, yet there was not a hint of retreat in his eyes.

He looked toward the thousands of troops before him and said with determination, "Even if only one is left standing, the sons of the Xuanyuan Family will never submit!"

The next second, the scene in the dream shifted.

It was the same man.

He wore silver armor and stood at the general’s command post, looking at the official opposite him and said coldly, "Rebel? So what if the Xuanyuan Family has rebelled? If Heaven has been unjust to the Xuanyuan Family, then we shall defy this Heaven!"

"Yinyin... Yinyin..."

It was that man’s voice.

The scene changed again.

His voice in this scene was exceptionally gentle and doting.

Only, his appearance was somewhat too distressing to behold.

An arrow pierced his shoulder, and two more struck his thigh. He lay on the ground, his blood forming rivers.

He tried to prop himself up with his hands to sit up.

Beside him crouched a little girl, barely two years old.

"Big Uncle, you’re bleeding, bleeding a lot," she said.

He brushed it off with a smile, discreetly wiping the blood from his palm onto his armor, then lifted that hand and stroked the little girl’s head, "Big Uncle isn’t bleeding. Big Uncle is just playing with Yinyin."

The little girl tilted her head, seeming to discern the truth in his words.

Then she asked, "Big Uncle, does it hurt?"

He laughed and said, "It doesn’t hurt, not at all. Yinyin, do you want to play a game with me?"

"What game?" the little girl asked.

He raised his head with difficulty, bearing the tearing pain all over his body, and pointed to a ramshackle hut in the distance, "Do you see that little house over there?"

The little girl nodded, her voice milky soft, "Yinyin sees it."