I was chased at the beginning, and I got the first quick sword

Chapter 561 Dream

The sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight was just right.

In the city lord's mansion of Tianwu City, Wu Qianhuan awoke from a hazy state.

She then sat up abruptly and instinctively reached out to touch her neck.

Her skin was delicate and smooth. A bewildered expression appeared on her face, then she let out a long sigh of relief.

"It turned out to be a dream..."

Looking back at the other half of the bed, the mattress was no longer warm; her husband had obviously gotten up.

After three years of marriage, she had grown accustomed to her husband's daily routine of getting up before dawn to attend to government affairs.

After all, he is now the city lord of Tianwu City.

Three years ago, witnessed by the elders of both sides, she, the dignified young lady of Tianwu City, finally married the third young master of the Chu family.

It is a perfect match, a match made in heaven.

Originally, it was expected that she, not her husband, should inherit the position of Lord of Tianwu City.

But it doesn't matter whether it's intelligence or martial arts skills.

Wu Qianhuan considered herself far inferior to Chu Qing. Wu Ganqi only had her as his daughter, so rather than making things difficult for herself, she would rather fulfill her husband's wishes.

Therefore, Chu Qing naturally became the city lord of Tianwu City.

In recent years, under Chu Qing's rule, Tianwu City has become increasingly powerful. Surrounding forces have either united with or annexed it, and its jurisdiction has continued to expand. As the situation has intensified, there are already signs that it is moving closer to the two gangs, three halls, five gates and one manor.

Nowadays, when the name Chu Qing is mentioned in the martial arts world, everyone gives him a thumbs up and calls him outstanding.
But sitting here today, reflecting on the past, I don't know why, but I always feel that those memories are very blurry, like fleeting clouds.

I know it clearly, but when I think about it carefully, I can't seem to remember anything.

"Mother, mother!"

Hearing the childish noises, Wu Qianhuan quickly got up.

Then, a two-year-old toddler with a pigtail ran across the threshold and into the room, coming to the bedside and acting cute.

A smile appeared on Wu Qianhuan's face.

They had their own child in the first year of their marriage.

Chu Qing named him Chaoyang (meaning "rising sun").

The first rays of sunlight in the morning.

She doted on him immensely, but also disciplined him strictly.

"Good boy, Yang'er."

Wu Qianhuan reached out and touched his little face. It was so cute, chubby, and soft, it was very endearing.

"Young Master, please don't disturb Madam's rest."

A maid followed behind, who was specifically responsible for accompanying and taking care of Chu Chaoyang.

Wu Qianhuan smiled and looked up:

"It's okay, I..."

When her gaze fell on the maid's face, she suddenly shuddered:
"Little Rou Rou!"

These three words came out of his mouth, but a look of confusion immediately followed.

Who is Xiao Rou Rou?
The maid was young, especially short, petite and delicate, and very gentle.

She first bowed to Wu Qianhuan, then bent down and picked up Chu Chaoyang.

Wu Qianhuan felt her mind was a bit confused... She looked at the maid's face, and a familiar feeling kept assaulting her mind.

It feels so familiar, so very familiar.

Yet it wasn't the kind of familiarity between a lady and her maid; it seemed their relationship wasn't originally like that.

No matter how hard she tried to recall, she couldn't remember what kind of relationship they should have had.
Thinking too much leads to mental exhaustion.

In a daze, I saw that both Chu Chaoyang and the maid had solemn expressions on their faces.

When will Mother get better?

"Oh, young master, don't worry. Master has already gone to Yin Yang Forest to invite the Yin Yang Hermit. He owes Master many favors and is a renowned healer. He will surely be able to save Madam."

Yin-Yang Forest... Yin-Yang Hermit?
Yes!

It's that senior who lives in the Yin-Yang Forest.

She had heard her husband mention that the senior had the ability to bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded.

Did he go and invite this hermit of yin and yang?

For...my illness?

But when did I get sick?

When the thought reached this point, she felt pain all over her body.

It seems that the illness has indeed reached its most serious stage.

But why do I have no recollection of any of this?

If I were this sick, how could I not know?
Do I really need someone else to remind me?

Wu Qianhuan felt something was wrong... it seemed like many things were off.

She struggled to her feet:
"I want to...I want to go out for a walk."

"Okay, Mother."

Chu Chaoyang said excitedly:

"Yang'er will stay with you."

Wu Qianhuan put on her coat, fastened it, and led Chu Chaoyang out the door.

The sun was shining brightly, and the temperature it brought on my skin was very comfortable, giving me an indescribable feeling of ease.

In this kind of weather, finding a shady spot, lying down, and taking a good nap would definitely be very comfortable.

But Wu Qianhuan didn't sleep...

She always felt like she had forgotten something.

In fact, she has now discovered that she has forgotten a lot of things.

When did Chu Qing return home after running away from home as a child?

When did he and I exchange feelings for each other?

How have they spent the past three years since their marriage?
How did I get sick?
The more I try to recall, the less I can remember anything.

She led Chu Chaoyang to the back garden of Tianwu City, and stopped in her tracks when she saw the flowers in full bloom.

"Mother, what's the matter?"

"I'm wondering, in what season are plum blossoms in full bloom?"

"It's late winter or early spring!"

Chu Chaoyang said with a smile:

"Mother is so silly. Even I know this, but you don't. If I hadn't told you, you would still be in the dark."

He laughed smugly as he said this.

Ke Wu Qian Huan did not laugh.

She pointed to a corner of the garden, to a peach tree in full bloom:

"What month is it now?"

The smile on Chu Chaoyang's face vanished, replaced by a sigh:
"Why is it that you are always so clever and perceptive in these trivial details?"

A sudden sense of fear rose in Wu Qianhuan's heart, and she looked down at her two-year-old baby.

His face was full of sinister and malicious expressions.

Wu Qianhuan stared in astonishment at the child who could reveal such a sinister smile, and suddenly realized even more inconsistencies.

Even if I am sick.

Chu Chaoyang couldn't possibly show that serious expression...

That's not an expression a two-year-old child could make.

Something's not right. This Chu Chaoyang is not right, this back garden is not right, and the past three years I've lived through are not right.

Life is missing so many details!

It seems like many people are still missing...

Who?
Who is missing?
Wu Qianhuan looked at the maid beside her, a girl with a lovely face and clear, unfathomable eyes that could see right through her, and the image immediately came to mind.

"gentle!
"Why did Wenrou not marry Chu Qing after we got married?"

He will not let down the girl who has followed him all the way through life...

"Wait, let's forge ahead!"
"Yes, Chu Qing has traveled far and wide, and as the leader of the martial arts alliance in the Southern Region, how could he possibly return to Tianwu City to be a mere city lord!?"

As these thoughts arose in her mind, the surrounding environment underwent a dramatic change. The once bright and sunny sky became overcast, and although it didn't rain, gusts of cold wind swept through the air.

Little Chu Chaoyang stood with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed.
"Don't you like it? I thought you should like it."

"what do you like?"

Wu Qianhuan's eyes held an unprecedented solemnity and vigilance.

"Do you love the dream I've woven for you?"

Chu Chaoyang stopped in his tracks. He was still the same two-year-old baby with a pigtail sticking up in the air.

However, the expression on his face did not reflect the innocence and simplicity of a child.

It's not the anger of adults.

He looked at Wu Qianhuan:
No woman wants to share her man exclusively with another woman.

"No woman doesn't want her husband to be by her side day and night."

"So I have woven you a beautiful dream where there are no other women and I will always protect you."

Don't you like it?

"Don't you want to sink into this dream?"

"I have real happiness waiting for me... Why should I wallow in the dreams you've woven?"

Wu Qianhuan subconsciously reached out to touch Shangyin, but Shangyin was not beside her.

She had nothing of value, and no sword in her hand.

"pity."

Chu Chaoyang sighed softly, and with a flick of his chubby little hand, a dagger appeared in his hand.

He glanced at Wu Qianhuan:
"sit down."

An immense will descended, and Wu Qianhuan sat on the ground without any power to resist.

Chu Chaoyang walked step by step to her, grabbed her hair with one hand, and plunged the dagger into her neck without hesitation.

puff!

Blood splattered, but it wasn't Wu Qianhuan's.

Instead, it was a maid with the exact same face as Wenrou.

Her face was expressionless, and her eyes were empty and lifeless.

But he resolutely blocked the blow.

Wu Qianhuan's eyes instantly turned red:

"Little Rou Rou!?"

Her voice couldn't wake anyone; she could only watch as 'Chu Chaoyang' pulled out the dagger without hesitation, then stabbed it again, repeatedly, until the maid's body finally collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"Unbelievable..."

Chu Chaoyang's cold voice rang out.

Wu Qianhuan's face was filled with shock and grief, then she suddenly looked at 'Chu Chaoyang':
"you……"

Before she could finish speaking, the dagger that had just killed the maid was plunged into Wu Qianhuan's neck, and bright red blood flowed down the dagger.

Chu Chaoyang's face was expressionless; he simply circled his neck with the dagger.

In excruciating pain, Wu Qianhuan watched helplessly as 'Chu Chaoyang' severed her head.

My mind went blank, and I gradually lost consciousness.

In a daze, Wu Qianhuan slowly opened her eyes.

As her consciousness returned, she sat up abruptly in bed.

I subconsciously reached up and touched my neck, then inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.
"It turned out to be a dream..."

The moment she uttered those six simple words, she felt a chill run down her spine.

It seems that at some point, in the same place and on the same occasion, I said the same thing.

So, what was that dream?
She looked at the other half of the bed; the person who should have been sleeping there was no longer there.

Yes, he is now the dignified city lord of Tianwu City.

Three years of marriage...

Wu Qianhuan suddenly frowned. Why did these words feel so familiar? It was as if something similar had happened before.

She turned her head blankly and looked towards the bedroom door.

The sound of clattering footsteps quickly reached her ears, and Wu Qianhuan's pupils gradually contracted as she saw a two-year-old toddler step over the threshold and into the room.
"Mother, mother!"

She called out in a childish voice and came to the bedside to act cute.

Wu Qianhuan's breathing became slightly heavy. She remembered... she had experienced something like this before, and more than once!
When did it start?
Every time I wake up, it's in this bed... I recall the past three years, even though it's basically a blank.

But each time, it was as if she was going through a process of recalling the events.

Then the day unfolded... and finally, his head was cut off by 'Chu Chaoyang'.

This... is a dream!

It's a dream woven by 'Chu Chaoyang'!

To be precise, his name isn't 'Chu Chaoyang'. In the previous dream, he referred to himself as 'This King'...

Therefore, he is one of the twelve holy kings of the Heavenly Evil Cult.

Prince Meng!?

Chu Qing once obtained information about the Twelve Holy Kings, one of whom was the Dream King.

The specific details of this person are unknown, but if this is a dream, then this is the only one who fits the description.

Chu Chaoyang looked up at Wu Qianhuan:

"Mother... what's wrong? Don't you like your child anymore?"

Wu Qianhuan slowly shook her head, then revealed a slight smile:
How could Mother not like you?
"Yang'er is the best."

"Young Master, please don't disturb Madam's rest..."

A maidservant followed her into the room. Wu Qianhuan looked up and her pupils contracted slightly once again.

It’s different!

The maid who came this time looked different from the one last time.

Last time it was a gentle face... This time, it's a stranger's face.

Wu Qianhuan did not reveal any flaws, but secretly speculated in her heart.

It seems that not everything remains the same in this dream.

She silently circulated her inner energy and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The internal energy is still there...

But is the internal energy in this dream meaningful?
Wu Qianhuan had no experience in this area, but in any case, at least it made her feel a little more at ease.

"Mother, Mother?"

The call of 'Chu Chaoyang' came once again.

Wu Qianhuan sneered inwardly. The dignified Twelve Holy Kings actually dared to lower themselves.

Does she refer to herself as her mother?
You think you're worthy to be my son?!

But her face remained expressionless, her smile still gentle, and she said softly:
"Mother is alright, Yang'er, go and fetch the sword hanging on the wall for Mother."

Chu Chaoyang seemed somewhat surprised, tilting his head to glance at the Wounded Hidden Sword hanging on the wall:

"But I can't reach it."

"That's right, my Yang'er hasn't grown up yet."

Wu Qianhuan got up, put on her outer robe, went to the wall, and took down the hidden sword.

The sword in my dream, I wonder if I can use it?

She turned her head to look at 'Chu Chaoyang'.

"Come on, Mother will teach Yang'er swordsmanship today."

"really?"

Chu Chaoyang clapped his chubby little hands, jumping and skipping:
"That's wonderful! Mother is going to teach me swordsmanship."

“That’s right, lead the way, we’re going to the training ground.”

Without any hesitation, Chu Chaoyang turned and walked towards the door...

But at that moment, a long sword suddenly pierced his back. He looked down at the sword tip that had shot out from his chest, his eyes wide with astonishment.

(End of this chapter)