RPAGF Chapter 1035 The Dream Interpreter
Chapter 1035 The Dream Interpreter
"Are you still worried about the one up there...?" Little Fish said, pointing her index finger toward the roof.
"It's hard to say, it might not just be him, so we still can't let our guard down these next few days, especially since the two children are still young and have no ability to protect themselves. We must have someone keep a close eye on them," Zhang Ping'an instructed with a serious expression.
Although Xiaoyuer felt it was just a dream and there was no need to make a fuss, he was also very suspicious by nature. He didn't find his father's instructions long-winded and went out to give a serious re-instruction and deployment.
After thinking it over, he was still a little uneasy, so he ordered his men to set up several warning traps near the house.
In fact, Zhang Ping'an's sixth sense has always been very accurate. Perhaps it is because he was reincarnated and did not drink the Meng Po soup, that he has a more acute perception of potential major dangers than others.
Just as he was tossing and turning over this nightmare, Zhou Pu, who was in the palace, suddenly woke up from his dream, covered in sweat, his nightgown soaked through.
"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Cui Rong, who was always a light sleeper, was also awakened by the noise. She was somewhat surprised to see Zhou Pu covered in sweat, looking panicked and as if facing a formidable enemy.
As he spoke, he reached out to help Zhou Pu wipe his sweat.
He had barely gotten close when Zhou Pu shoved him away, his face unusually fierce. "Get out of my way! Don't touch me!"
"Your Majesty?" Cui Rong asked, then collapsed onto the blanket after being pushed away. Her voice was soft and hurt, making her look pitiful.
But Zhou Pu couldn't care less about anything else at the moment, and ignored her. As he got out of bed, he shouted loudly, "Someone, help me change my clothes!"
The young eunuch waiting beside the bed hurriedly stepped forward to serve him.
As the two were about to leave the palace, Cui Rong heard Zhou Pu order someone to immediately summon the Imperial Observatory, and at the same time, he wanted to go to the library to see the Dream Interpreter.
Compared to the Imperial Observatory, the Dream Interpreter was an even more mysterious figure. He lived alone on the top floor of the palace library year-round and never came downstairs. Apart from the emperor himself, no one had ever seen his true face.
Their age and background are completely unknown!
They never attend traditional sacrificial festivals or major celebrations.
This was the first time Cui Rong had heard that Zhou Pu was going to see the dream interpreter in person, especially in the dead of night. Judging from his flustered appearance just now, he must have had a nightmare.
I wonder what the dream was like back then?
Thinking of this, Cui Rong smiled, feeling that another opportunity had come her way. At this moment, the grievance and pitifulness on her face were completely gone, replaced by a wicked and unrestrained smile, with burning ambition in her eyes.
After stretching, he got up and got off the bed, asking the palace servants to help him change his clothes and wash up.
When she left her sleeping quarters and returned to her Yonghe Palace, she saw the Imperial Observatory official wearing a thin cloak and coming with palace servants.
The wind was strong at night, and the lanterns in the palace servants' hands swayed wildly. The two brushed past each other as if they didn't know each other.
At this moment, the library was unusually brightly lit, and the entrance was heavily guarded by soldiers.
Zhou Pu knelt on a futon by the table, his face still somewhat pale. Sitting directly opposite him was an old man with white hair and beard.
After hearing what Zhou Pu said, the old man was not surprised. His expression remained unchanged, like a calm lake with no ripples, yet its depths were unfathomable. He stroked his long beard for a long time without saying a word.
Zhou Pu waited for a long time, but no one spoke from the other side. He became impatient, yet dared not act rashly. After a long while, he finally looked up and earnestly said again:
"Please help me interpret this dream. I wonder if it is related to my misconduct in governing the country, or if it is an omen of some disaster, or a warning from my ancestors?"
“When you first came to the throne, I told you that fate and fortune are things that you either believe in or you don’t. The worst thing is to waver between the two. You have just fulfilled this last taboo,” the old man said slowly, and casually reached out to adjust the wick in the lamp, making the fire burn brighter.
He then continued, “When a monarch’s righteousness is strong, there is nothing to fear from nightmares! Today you dreamed that you transformed into a dragon, with your two dragon horns broken off by different people, your body covered in blood, and your breath faint. This is precisely because your righteousness is insufficient! That’s why you are afraid! Just the few questions you asked are enough to prove how well you have performed as a monarch these past few years. You know it in your heart.”
Zhou Pu was speechless when questioned. After a moment, he avoided the main issue and respectfully asked, "Do you know who wants to harm me? Is there any way to save me?"
Seeing Zhou Pu's behavior, the old man paused, sighing inwardly, "Truly, each generation is worse than the last."
"I am now a hundred years old, deaf and blind. The changes of the world and the transformation of the sea into mulberry fields are no longer relevant to me. I am sorry that I am powerless to help! But for the sake of your father, I will say a word to remind you: you must see your own inner demons. What causes your inner demons is what will harm you."
Seeing Zhou Pu still deep in thought and somewhat puzzled, the old man said bluntly, "Some decisions, you clearly know are wrong, so why do you continue down the wrong path?"
He shook his head with a sigh, "In this world, most people, most of the time, even though they vaguely feel that they have done something wrong, are still unwilling to face the problem head-on, letting things get worse and worse. These anxieties that linger in their hearts will eventually become their own mental demons, and only by breaking free from them, or by dying, can they be freed!"
"Alright, you can go now. Go back. You don't need to come back again."
Although he didn't get the result he wanted on this trip, one sentence struck a chord with Zhou Pu: he knew he had made some decisions that were wrong and regretted them, but he was still stubbornly clinging to them. This was indeed wrong of him. As a king, if he knew something was wrong, he should correct it in time.
Seeing that the other party was already asking him to leave, Zhou Pu had no choice but to get up and say goodbye. Just as he was turning around, he suddenly turned back and asked:
"There's something I've always been curious about. I know I'm not a good emperor. If that's the case, why didn't you remind my second brother to get rid of me when he ascended the throne? Perhaps he could have done a better job than me?"
Upon hearing this, the old man looked up, his eyes still as calm and still as a lake. "If he's not the emperor, then it's you. If it's not you, then it's someone else. It doesn't matter who's in charge. You should learn from your father; he never believed in fate!"
Zhou Pu smiled bitterly upon hearing this and said nothing more. This time, he really turned around and went downstairs. Perhaps the reason why his father did not believe him was because he was powerful enough!
But he wasn't strong enough.