Chapter 889 - 788: Was It a Dream?

Chapter 889: Chapter 788: Was It a Dream?

How can affairs of dreams be taken as certain?

Who can believe it? Who dares to believe it? After all, no one could tell the Emperor that it was a prophecy from a dream.

The Seventeenth Princess cried as she knelt and begged Lady Li. After all, since she was already running out of time, she might as well try. Even if the final result wasn’t as expected, she would die without regret.

Even a prisoner on death row is granted a final wish to die satisfied. Is it not possible for her, a dignified princess who harms no one, to try the treatment from her dream before she dies?

What more could the Imperial Physicians say when they heard this?

Consort Li listened, her heart twisted in pain, unbearable. Of course, she could not stop her.

Now, with the Seventeenth Princess in her condition, the Emperor rarely visited her. The Seventeenth Princess had said it would only take three days. Maybe during those three days, the Emperor wouldn’t visit, so let her try!

Thus, in Liqing Palace, clean soft cloths were prepared. The Seventeenth Princess refused anyone’s help, disdainful that others hadn’t entered her dream and wouldn’t know how the bandages were wrapped there.

She handled everything herself, with even Consort Li merely watching from the side.

When the bandaging was done, only a pair of dark eyes and a small mouth emerged.

Consort Li gave up the thought of calling for an Imperial Physician. She had no appetite for food or drink, wanting only to spend more time with her daughter. As long as her final days could be happy.

Nobody believed there was any hope for the Seventeenth Princess to recover. Even if the sores healed, her face was ruined; for a young girl, a ruined face meant her entire life was nearly ruined.

Even if she was the Emperor’s daughter, a hideous princess, even if betrothed to a consort, would only inspire fear, not love!

Today was the day to remove the soft cloth.

But no one knew what the face beneath the cloth now looked like.

The Seventeenth Princess drove all the palace maids and motherly figures out!

She wanted to remove the soft cloth herself, to be the first to see whether it had healed or not!

Consort Li’s words left the palace maids and motherly figures speechless.

Consort Li dared not force her way in. She knocked gently, her voice a sweet, coaxing whisper, "Ying’er, it’s your mother. Will you let me see?"

Not a sound came from inside.

The palace maids and motherly figures exchanged glances. They remained outside the door, hearing nothing from within so long that they became stiff in their positions. The princess inside...

A palace maid looked fearfully at the stewardess of Liqing Palace, who clearly had the same suspicion, and both turned their stiff necks to look at Consort Li.

Consort Li hurriedly said, "Ying’er?"

Still, no sound came from within.

Consort Li’s face turned deathly pale, her eyes filled with terror. Even though she had experienced despair, sorrow, and heartbreak these days...

It didn’t mean she could calmly face a more tragic outcome.

She screamed, "Break down the door, quickly..."

The palace maids and motherly figures panicked too, calling in two eunuchs to break down the door just as it suddenly opened.

Everyone lifted their eyes to see who opened the door.

The stewardess was shocked, crying out in surprise.

Everyone was stunned.

Consort Li covered her mouth, stifling her gasp, as if afraid the sound would disturb the person in front of her.

The Seventeenth Princess stood at the door, her complexion still somewhat unnaturally pale, but her eyes sparkled with light, and she seemed suddenly revitalized.

And her face, smooth as jade, showed no trace of the festering sores?

It wasn’t completely unblemished, but indeed the marks were very faint; Consort Li stood this close, staring intensely, to notice the slightly redder skin where the sores had been.

It was just right; after some recovery, it would be normal.

Consort Li did not dare make a sound for a moment, fearing all this was a dream.

The Seventeenth Princess smiled brightly, bowed, and said, "Mother, you’ve suffered these past days!"

Consort Li cautiously reached out and gently touched her daughter’s face.

Soft, elastic, tender, the feel was very real...

She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, crying uncontrollably as she embraced the Seventeenth Princess, tears streaming down her face.

At this moment, she even forgot the etiquette and image a woman of the palace should maintain, as her long-suppressed sorrow poured forth uncontrollably.

The Seventeenth Princess was also full of tears, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes, and she said hoarsely, "Mother, I’m sorry, your daughter was unfilial to cause you such distress!"

"As long as you’re well... as long as you’re well..." Consort Li was choked with sobs, barely able to form words.

When the Seventeenth Princess was ill, Consort Li felt nothing in the world mattered more than her daughter, not even the Emperor’s favor.

The palace maids and motherly figures also couldn’t stop wiping away tears.

The princess had been afflicted with this illness for more than a month, hadn’t she? During this time, Liqing Palace had felt like a heavy stone pressing on everyone’s heart, but now, all was clear skies.

These were not tears of sorrow, but of happiness.

The entire Liqing Palace was immersed in the same atmosphere, and the guilty feeling in the Seventeenth Princess’s eyes grew deeper.

Over a month, in this time, she was sometimes lucid, sometimes confused, and it felt like as long as a year had passed. Although it was troublesome, grueling, even a brush with death...

But she felt it was all worth it.

She still remembered that day she went to Yi Zixuan’s residence to play, and on the way back, she entered a rouge shop. She hadn’t intended to buy anything, just browsing.

However, she encountered an unexpected person.

A girl holding a sword, confident and poised, making Zhao Keyan’s dance look like trash.

The two somehow started talking. The people the Seventeenth Princess usually interacted with were all well-bred ladies, their words and actions as if carved from the same mold as one another, but this girl was bold and grand, like her sword dance, refreshing and interesting. What she knew was novel and special, not something imaginable for a girl confined to the Capital City.

As a princess, she seemed noble, but in truth, many places were off-limits, and many things could not be done.

She spoke freely about being a Jianghu person, and her experiences were merely commonplace matters in the Jianghu.

Unconsciously, her affection for this girl grew stronger. They somehow started talking about Princess Xia Ming of a former dynasty, a princess married far away as part of a political alliance.

With a sigh, she said she would rather die at home than live in a foreign land.

What did that girl say afterward?

Oh, she smiled and asked, "I thought a princess would tell me it was the duty of a Royal Princess, nobly declaring a willingness to sacrifice oneself for Nanxia! Princess, aren’t you afraid I’ll laugh at you?"