She had not yet emerged from the dream.
She looked at the people in the room, at the decorations, vases, tables and chairs, screens, and felt it was incredible. It was as if she couldn't understand why the horrors she was experiencing had vanished into thin air, and in the blink of an eye, she found herself in this residence?
After a long moment, she suddenly realized. Ah, so that's how it is, she had that dream again.
"Prince, quickly drink some water." The butler brewed a cup of tea for the Prince, this was aged Pu'er, always the Prince's favorite.
The Prince stared at the tea leaves in the cup, thinking of something, suddenly pushed it away with a terrified expression. The teacup fell to the ground and shattered, the butler's hand was splashed with hot water, but he didn't notice his own pain, instead, he looked sympathetically and tenderly at the pale-faced Prince.
