Ning Dao Covered with Snow

Chapter 5: Weird Dream (Part )

"It is said that women have the most vicious hearts. Fortunately, I didn't marry the young master of the Xiao family, otherwise the entire Xiao family would have died!"

"But I heard that Chao Erniang was kind-hearted and had always helped the poor since she was a child. How could she suddenly become like this? Is there some reason for her to do so?"

"Even if you have a great reason, you shouldn't kill your loved ones. You are so cruel and insane that you deserve to be cut into pieces!"

"Fortunately, the kind-hearted Madam Chao passed away three days ago, otherwise this..."

"If I were Madam Chao, I would be so angry at this unfilial woman that I would not be able to rest in peace in the underworld."

Countless curses swept towards Chaolu like a tide, as if to kill this young lady with words.

Faced with thousands of criticisms, Chaolu remained expressionless and unmoved.

She looked up at the sky, saw the waxing moon hanging in the bright night sky, and muttered to herself.

"Mother, it turns out that tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival."

The Mid-Autumn Festival is supposed to be a day for family reunion, but everyone in the Chao Mansion is dead.

Only Chaolu is left alive in the world.

People's abuse continued, and her eyes showed boredom, and the last ray of light in her eyes went out.

Seeing such a desperate look, Yan Ciwan felt choked up.

The palace soldiers pushed Chaolu towards the prison cart with extremely rough movements.

"Come on!"

The people who were originally blocking the street automatically parted ways and made way.

Only Yan Ciwan was still standing beside the prison car without moving.

She watched Chaolu being pushed by the palace soldiers and falling to the ground. In her panic, she forgot that she was just a soul at this moment. She quickly stretched out her hands and tried to support Chaolu.

But she reached out to nothing.

The morning dew passed straight through her body, and she fell heavily to the ground and never got up again.

The soldiers gathered around her and saw that her face was pale, her lips were purple, and black blood was flowing from the corners of her nostrils and mouth.

She looked at the lights of thousands of homes in the distance, muttering to herself absentmindedly.

The voice was so soft that only Yan Ciwan, who was closest to her, heard it. "Mother, Lan Ying, please walk slower and wait for me. Let's...let's walk together..."

The guards shouted, "Oh no! The prisoner has taken poison! She hasn't signed her confession yet. We can't let her die now. Go find a doctor!"

There was a riot at the scene.

Soon Chaolu was carried away, and the onlookers dispersed after a moment of sighing, as they were rushing to watch the lantern festival.

Everything returned to calm. Yan Ciwan was the only one left on the long street. It was like the end of a play, when the music ended and everyone dispersed, leaving her alone trapped in the play, unable to escape.

The night is dark and the moonlight is cold.

She lowered her eyes to look at the ground, and there was nothing at her feet, no shadow.

It is impossible for a living person to be without a shadow.

Unless, she is not a human now, but a ghost.

Only dead people can become ghosts. Is she already dead?
Yan Ciwan looked around in confusion, not knowing where to go.
Suddenly, a clear and melodious sound of guqin came from afar.

The sound of the piano had an inexplicable attraction to her, and she couldn't help but look for the source of the sound.

She walked alone through the long and deserted street, returned to the imperial compound, and finally came to an attic. On the attic door hung a plaque with the words "Songtao Pavilion" inscribed on it.

At this time, the entire palace was pitch black, with only light coming from the Songtao Pavilion.

Yan Ciwan's body passed through the door and entered the attic.

She saw a young man in an ink-black Taoist robe playing the piano. Next to him, an oil lamp emitted a warm yellow light. Green smoke curled up from the incense burner. An unknown, elegant fragrance penetrated into Yan Ciwan's nostrils, making her suddenly clear-headed.

She remembered!
She almost died and was put into a coffin, but she woke up later.

The person who woke her up was the young Taoist priest in front of her.

He said his name was Xiao Wang and he was her fiancé.

Xiao Wang seemed to have sensed something, his fingers paused, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

He raised his eyes and looked in the direction where Yan Ciwan was.

But he saw nothing.

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(End of this chapter)