"Hehe." Consort Hui, Hui Jianing, chuckled, "Sister Meng, where is my son?"
The little boy also giggled: "Mother, where is my mother?"
Consort Shu was trembling with fear, hurriedly trying to run outside, only to discover that the grand hall had no doors; she couldn't get out at all.
"Sister Meng, it's so cold down here..."
"Mother, I'm so cold, hold me..."
"Hui Jianing, don't come looking for me. I had no choice back then. You were favored by the Emperor, so your son could grow up safe and sound. I couldn't. My son couldn't survive."
"Give me back my son..." Hui Jianing reached out her hands towards Cui Meng.
"No..." Consort Shu frantically waved her hands and shouted, then opened her eyes to find it was just a nightmare.
"My Lady, what's wrong?" Hong Yu's voice came into her ears.
"Hong Yu." Consort Shu held Hong Yu's hand and swallowed, "It's nothing. I just had a nightmare." Then she let go of her hand.
