Shocking! The actress was dragged to the regent's bedchamber every night.

He turned around, walked back behind his desk, sat down, and then picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

After Yingjun left, Yu Chen leaned back in his chair and looked out the window at the locust tree.

After watching for a while, he stood up and blew out the candle flame on the table.

He stood in the darkness for a moment, then opened the door and went out.

………………

Three days later, the wrap party.

That evening, Su Wuli pushed open the door to her apartment.

I had a few drinks at the wrap party, and my head felt heavy.

She knew her alcohol tolerance and dared not drink too much.

But I've been so tired these past few days, my eyelids feel really heavy.

Without turning on the lights, I found my way to the bedroom by the dim light of my phone and threw myself onto the bed.

Before I knew it, the blanket was falling down, like a stone sinking into deep water.

When she opened her eyes again, she was standing in a spacious hall.

The ground is paved with blue bricks, with gold threads embedded in the gaps.

Candlelight shone from the bronze lamps on both sides, illuminating the entire hall.

Su Wuli looked down at her bare feet, her toes stepping on the patterns of gold threads.

A chill seeped up from the soles of her feet, causing her to flinch.

The main hall was very deep, and at the very front was a large chair table.

Yu Chen sat there, dressed in a dark court robe.

The collar and cuffs are embellished with subtle patterns, and the waist belt is tightly cinched, highlighting the clean lines of the shoulders and back.

Leaning back in his chair, his gaze was fixed straight ahead, seemingly looking at someone, yet also appearing to see nothing at all.

His face appeared colder than usual in the candlelight, his jawline taut and his lips pursed.

Nothing different from usual.

But Su Wuli's gaze paused for a moment when it fell on his face.

His court robes complemented him, and the gold thread at the collar shimmered faintly in the candlelight.

She had seen him in court attire, and every time she saw him, she felt that the clothes seemed tailor-made for him, making him appear taller and more distant.

Before she could think about anything, her gaze had already fallen on Yu Chen.

There was a man kneeling before the table with his head bowed, also dressed in an official robe.

I can't see the face clearly.

But the man's shoulders were trembling slightly.

Shadow Falcon stood behind Yu Chen, his back straight and his eyes downcast, just like always.

Su Wuli subconsciously took a step forward, but no one looked up.

She took another step.

Yu Chen didn't look at her, and neither did Ying Falcon.

My heart suddenly started racing, and an indescribable unease welled up from my stomach and got stuck in my throat.

She couldn't help but take another step forward, getting even closer to him.

Up close, you can see that the dark pattern pressed against his cuffs is a cloud pattern, extending from the cuffs all the way to his elbows.

"Yu Chen," she called out.

The sound came from her throat and echoed in the empty hall.

No one answered.

Yu Chen's gaze was unfocused, his pupils reflecting the candlelight.

But those fires were dead; they didn't leap.

Shadow Falcon also looked ahead, his gaze avoiding the direction she had come from.

It just happened to pass by her and landed somewhere behind her.

Su Wuli suddenly felt cold.

The coldness seeped from her very bones, as if someone had stuffed a block of ice inside her body.

A wave of panic washed over her, and she called out to him again, "Yu Chen."

This time the sound was even louder, so loud that she herself found it jarring.

The main hall was spacious and echoed.

Her voice rang out twice, then dissipated into the air, leaving nothing behind.

Suddenly, Yu Chen moved.

He lifted his hand from the chair and gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Draw your sword.

The movements seemed to have been slowed down.

The sound of the sword blade sliding out of its scabbard was amplified in the quiet hall.

The metallic smell wafted from the scabbard along with the blade, mingling with the candle smoke in the air.

The person kneeling in front raised their head, opening their mouth as if to say something.

However, he hadn't even had a chance to say a single word.

The blade sliced ​​across his neck, and blood gushed from the cut, splattering onto the blue bricks.

It also splashed onto Yu Chen's face.

The blood flowed down his cheekbone, past the corner of his mouth, and down his chin.

A drop of blood dripped onto the collar, turning the gold thread a dark red color as it became soaked in blood.

His gaze remained unfocused.

Su Wuli looked at the bloodstain on his face and his empty eyes.

Suddenly realizing something, he couldn't see her.

She stood less than three steps in front of him, yet he couldn't see her.

He couldn't hear us calling his name.

Su Wuli didn't know what she was thinking, but her body had already moved unconsciously.

She took a step forward and reached out to touch his face.

Before her fingers even touched his skin, the man's eyes suddenly flickered.

His gaze passed right through her and landed on a spot behind her.

It's like looking at something that doesn't exist.

Su Wuli's hand froze in mid-air, her breath catching in her throat.

total darkness.

The next moment, she suddenly sat up in bed.

It's her apartment.

She looked down at her hands and found them clenched into fists, her palms sweaty.

I looked up at the window; it was still dark.

She stared at the window with the curtains drawn for a long time until her eyes stung, then she lowered her head and buried her face in her hands.

My palms were cold, and my face was cold too.

I don't know how long I sat there. The light outside the window changed from gray-blue to gray-white, and then from gray-white to bright white.

Su Wuli lowered her hand from her face and glanced at her phone.

It was past five in the morning.

Turn your phone face down on the headboard, lie down, pull the blanket up to your chin, and close your eyes.

Those empty eyes were still swirling in her mind.

She turned over and buried her face in the pillow, which quickly became wet.

Su Wuli didn't know when she fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, it was already daylight outside.

The curtains weren't fully drawn, and light squeezed in through the gaps.

She lay there for a long time without moving, staring at the ceiling, her mind filled with the image from just now.

The blood trickling down the man's cheekbone made Yu Chen look like a stranger to her.

And those eyes were clearly looking straight ahead, but there was nothing in the pupils.

She didn't know how long she lay there before absentmindedly lifting the covers and getting out of bed.

Stepping barefoot on the floor, a chill crept up from the soles of my feet.

She thought of what she had seen last night.

I walked to the window in my slippers, drew back the curtains, and let the sunlight in.

Downstairs, some people are walking their dogs, and some are jogging.

Su Wuli stood by the window for a long time, watching the people walking back and forth downstairs, the scene still swirling in her mind.

She couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality.

Every time we met before, it started in a dream.

She didn't know if that person was him, or if it was just a nightmare she was having.

As she went to the bathroom to wash up, she looked at herself in the mirror.

There was a dark ring under his eyes, his lips were a bit dry, and his complexion wasn't good.

She bent down, scooped up a handful of water, and splashed it on her face. The water was so cold that it made her shiver.

I looked up at my face in the mirror, water droplets clinging to it, trickling down my nose.

She thought that if it was just a dream, then it should be fine...