Sharing Dreams with My Bestie's Cousin

Wen Zhi paused, as she again heard a critical name, Yanzhou?

Wasn’t that her father’s name?

That day, Nian Xun had mentioned this name in front of her, Wen Zhi remembered it very clearly.

Could it be that the man Chong Wanyin loved, was actually her father? Then who was her mother?

"Well, not to speak ill of him, after all if he really weren’t good enough, how could he have left such a deep imprint in your heart?" Han Xiangying gently patted Chong Wanyin’s shoulder, "All you can do is try to forget him and start a new life."

Chong Wanyin shook her head, "I can’t forget him."

Han Xiangying sighed softly, "Alright, it’s all up to you then."

Chong Wanyin fell silent, not speaking anymore, at this moment Han Xiangying brought up, "In a few days, we’ll make a trip to Jingci Temple."

Chong Wanyin asked, "Is it the Jingci Temple in Lin City?"

Han Xiangying nodded.

Chong Wanyin asked again, "What are we going to such a faraway Jingci Temple in Lin City for?"

Han Xiangying smiled and said, "To get a peace and good fortune amulet for our Hexing."

Hearing about Shang Hexing, Wen Zhi perked up again.

Peace and good fortune amulet?

Was it the same peace and good fortune amulet she had seen under Shang Hexing’s pillow?

So it was something his mother had left for him, which is why he had always kept it close, and her seeing it was probably an accident.

Wen Zhi clasped her hands together, praying that this dream would end quickly, as she needed to return the Buddha Beads and peace charm to him.

"That’s fine, I will go with you." Chong Wanyin gathered her emotions and agreed to go together.

However, when Chong Wanyin’s gaze met with Shang Jizhou, she immediately asked, "Brother Shang, are you going too?"

Shang Jizhou, caught off guard by Chong Wanyin’s question, hesitated and looked towards Han Xiangying, "I..."

Han Xiangying gave a slight smile, "He happens to be free, it’s good if he goes too."

"What about me? Can I come along?" Shang Mingshu asked from the side.

Han Xiangying did not directly agree, she lowered her eyelids and smiled faintly, "You should ask your elder brother, he will arrange the trip when the time comes."

"That’s wonderful." Shang Mingshu looked expectantly at Shang Jizhou, "Brother, I’ll help you arrange it."

Shang Jizhou did not look at him directly, "We’ll see."

Wen Zhi carefully observed the expression of everyone present, from Han Xiangying to Shang Jizhou, and from Shang Mingshu to Chong Wanyin...

Being in such a place, she initially felt it was strange, but now everything seemed to have a reasonable explanation.

It must be because of that peace charm.

It had to be, otherwise how could she possibly have met the young Shang Jizhou and Han Xiangying, although she didn’t know why, Han Xiangying always seemed somewhat sad; was it because she was unhappy? She wondered if it was her illusion, but Shang Jizhou looked very strange.

No, it was that everyone here looked strange; they each had their own deep thoughts.

Just as she wanted to delve further into what exactly this dream was about, the scene before her suddenly vanished.

Suddenly, Wen Zhi closed her eyes, and when she opened them, the scene had changed dramatically.

A few monks walked past her.

"Master Huijue."

A woman’s voice came through. Wen Zhi turned her head and saw Han Xiangying, clad in Zen garments, standing at the base of the steps of the main hall.

She clasped her hands together and nodded her head, very devoutly.

The person standing on the grand staircase was none other than Master Huijue, the most revered by all the believers. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

As Wen Zhi walked toward him, when she got close, Master Huijue seemed to sense something and glanced in the direction from which Wen Zhi was coming.

Wen Zhi suddenly froze.

Master Huijue averted his gaze and looked down at the steps below at Han Xiangying: "It has been nearly half a year since you have visited."

Han Xiangying kept her hands pressed together in a praying position and bittersweetly said, "This time, I am utterly exhausted and have no other options; I implore you to provide me with guidance."

Suddenly, Master Huijue asked, "Is there something you seek?"

Han Xiangying paused for a moment, then shook her head: "I seek nothing."

"Then you should stay here for the time being," said Master Huijue.

Han Xiangying intended to agree, but ultimately, she lowered her hands and took a letter out of her bag: "I won’t stay this time; I just need Master Huijue to help me deliver this letter to my son."

Master Huijue did not accept the letter: "If you seek guidance, you should stay."

Han Xiangying shook her head: "Not this time."

"You cannot return," Master Huijue said.

Han Xiangying was slightly taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Master Huijue sighed and ultimately did not reveal the cosmic fate, for he knew that if Han Xiangying left now, the next time they met, everything would be completely changed.

Han Xiangying looked relieved and turned to leave.

Wen Zhi witnessed all of this and couldn’t explain why, but she always felt that something bad was going to happen. She tried to stop Han Xiangying from leaving, but her body could only pass through Han Xiangying, unable to change anything.

"Patron."

The voice of Master Huijue came.

Wen Zhi thought he was calling for Han Xiangying, but by this time, Han Xiangying had already walked out of the temple gate.

Wen Zhi thought of something and suddenly turned around, meeting Master Huijue’s gaze.

He really could see her!

"What arises will also cease; let all be as it falls."

After saying this, Master Huijue turned and went back inside the hall.

Wen Zhi hurried to follow him, but after taking just a few steps, she suddenly felt the world spinning, and once again, the world around her changed.

She saw Shang Mingshu, young and ambitious, but now his face looked grave. His shirt was open, and his chest was full of scratch marks, somewhat disheveled.

At the foot of the bed sat a young woman, her clothes disarrayed, her cheeks streaked with tears, her hair tumbled over her shoulders.

What had just happened here?

Shang Mingshu took steps toward Han Xiangying, who was sitting on the ground, and then squatted down in front of her: "Xiangying, look at me, will you? It’s my elder brother who is fickle, not worthy of your love, not fit to be with you."

The dead look in Han Xiangying’s eyes fell on Shang Mingshu: "And you are?"

"Yes, I am the one because I am the man who loves you the most; it’s Shang Jizhou who doesn’t deserve you."

"No matter how bad he is, that’s no reason for you to violate me. Get out!"

"Xiangying, I’m sorry, I was wrong. I will treat you well. Will you marry me instead? I will make sure it’s a grand ceremony!"

Their argument grew intense, and later Shang Mingshu stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Wen Zhi attempted to comfort the beautiful, broken woman, but just like before, as soon as she stepped forward, the world changed once more.

When she opened her eyes again, what she saw was the Mourning Hall of Han Xiangying.