Chapter 1759 – Getting Emotional
Feng Jue, that little rascal, has quite a strong survival instinct. Facing the deathly glares of his two older brothers, he lightly let slip some details.
Ultimately, it all stemmed from a dream.
“What dream?” Feng Jin pressed, barely holding back his anger. This little brat had always believed that humans could conquer nature and had no faith in superstitions, dismissing anything related to destiny. So why was he suddenly talking about dreams and looking lost for so long?
Feng Jue replied, “It was a dream involving Liu Xi.”
Feng Jin halted his breath, fearing his younger brother might say something sacrilegious.
What good can come from a grown man dreaming about another woman?
Other women? That would be fine for a dream, but when it’s about their Lord, that’s a whole different story.
The severity was akin to the opening of “Investiture of the Gods,” where King Zhou… or rather, Di Xin, was known for writing lewd poetry about Nuwa. Of course, since it’s a story, it was all fictional nonsense. Even though it was filled with plot holes and ridiculousness, the storyline was engaging and fresh. Feng Jin was still a fan of that novelist, faithfully following the updates.
While King Zhou flirted with Nuwa and brought down the Shang Dynasty, if Feng Jue were to say he had dreamt about Jiang Pengji, the Feng family would likely face a storm.
Fortunately, this little brat wasn’t that clueless… or was he?
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Feng Jue said, “It’s strange. In the dream, Liu Xi’s name wasn’t Liu Xi at all. She was Jiangs, named Pengji.”
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin felt a wave of despair.
His younger brother had been exposed to way too many romantic stories from novels; everything he saw during the day seeped into his dreams at night. Imagining a heartwarming romance with various goddesses? Yes, there were indeed such stories on the market right now. Although the designs of the goddesses varied, it didn’t change the core — a domineering queen falling for a stubborn, kind, wise, and virtuous scholar — the epitome of a perfect romance.
Feng Jin still couldn’t figure out how such garbage love stories had passed Wei Ci’s review.
Could it be because of some resonance?
Feng Gui, completely unconcerned, remarked, “It’s just a dream.”
Feng Jue countered, “But was it truly just a dream? It felt so real; everything I experienced in the dream was distant yet so vivid, almost within reach.”
Feng Gui asked, “What about the specific details? Should we seek Mr. Yuanjing for some dream interpretation to ease your mind?”
Feng Jue explained, “That Jiangs was similar yet different in personality from the current Liu Xi. Their appearances matched, and their backgrounds were the same, but… things shouldn’t be like this. Even though there were only a few fragmented scenes in the dream, I felt… different.”
That dream? Feng Jue had only experienced it once.
And despite being a single occurrence, the details were etched in his mind, starkly different from the usual dreams he had.
It was this uniqueness that piqued Feng Jue’s concern.
He couldn’t stop over-analyzing the differences between dream and reality, becoming more confused, and the deeper he got into it, the more entangled he became.
At the same time, he found many things he’d previously overlooked.
There was a time when he could hardly distinguish between reality and that dream anymore.
Until he solved all these various issues, he couldn’t even think of serving in office, not because he was hesitant about it, but simply because that mental hurdle loomed large.
Even if he cleared it up, he wasn’t sure if he would have the courage to step into public life.
In that dream, he and the Jiangs met and shared mundane beginnings; out of frustration, he ran away from home, encountering the bandit leader, Jiang, during his struggles.
Hmm—
In the dream, Jiang was a bandit, full of that rogue aura, quick to kill with a mere smirk.
To save his own skin, Feng Jue had to disguise himself as “Feng San” and play the role of a military adviser for a few months_(:з)∠)_
At first, he stayed quite rational in the dream, but then, who knows what broke loose; after downing a few bottles of alcohol, when he heard that they were about to make big moves and shake the universe, his blood surged, and he found himself shouting about using force to eradicate the disasters plaguing this chaotic world…
To sum it up, it was just two delusional guys drinking all night, howling at the moon like lunatics.
No—
That was sheer lunacy.
From a third-party perspective, Feng Jue clearly saw that after he renamed himself Feng San, the cunning glint in Jiang’s eyes only deepened.
Wake up! This guy had known Feng Jue’s identity from the start, deliberately dragging him into a pit!
Due to the fragmented nature of the dream, the best he could sort out was an overarching narrative.
Fortuitously becoming close friends, but destined for a wrong path.
As the dream’s Feng Jue watched Jiang wear the robe representing the emperor and don the twelve coronets to ascend the throne, he could feel the tumult and exhilaration within him, as though all the pent-up frustrations had been released, waves stirring within him.
Yet, this wasn’t a fairytale; it couldn’t just stop at the most beautiful moment.
As Jiang ascended to power, controlling the world, the once inseparable duo fell into disagreement. The root of their differences was the Feng family… or perhaps the fate of gentry and commoners. Seeing himself in that dream, Feng Jue was baffled; did he really have a part of the gentry within him?
Then came more fragmented scenes, and it was from those that Feng Jue understood why he vehemently defended the Feng family.
The direct descendants of the Feng clan were down to just him. He had no right to act out rashly; he had to bear the weight of the entire family.
In a struggle for the Feng family’s interests, arguing with the emperor, doing things he once thought were impossible for himself, slowly draining the friendship built over a decade. With the loss of his two older brothers, the Feng Jue in the dream became the version of himself he hated the most.
Who was to blame? Did the emperor fail the dream’s Feng Jue, or did Feng Jue betray the initial intentions shared with Jiang?
From pieces of the dream, hints surfaced that the deaths of his two brothers seemed to have indirect ties to both the emperor and himself.
Hmm, probably something shady occurred during the struggle for supremacy.
That was also the reason Feng Jue had been reluctant to confront the memories of his two brothers all these years.
One was guilty enough; losing two was like a critical hit.
Feng Jin couldn’t help but scoff, “You seriously believe in these dreams?”
Feng Jue replied tentatively, “But the dreams felt so real; perhaps… there really is something like past lives and karma?”
According to the fragmented dreams, both Jiang and Liu Xi shared a common trait.
Before the age of twelve, they were unnoticed. After twelve, they showed remarkable prowess, stirring up trouble one better than the other.
What he understood about Liu Xi was passable, but that Jiangs in the dreams was something else entirely. She defied norms, revolted against authority, and shot her biological father under the city gate…
And oddly enough, such a rebellious character…
Eh, seemed like it was right up Feng Jue’s alley.
Ahem—
But that wasn’t the key point; the big question was whether Feng Jue should consult someone wise about the possibility of soul transference.
In return, that wise one shot him a look, pointed to the heavens, and said, “Heaven sends noble heirs; mortals should refrain from probing the heavenly secrets. Beware of attracting calamity.”
So, does that mean it’s possible?
Unfortunately, lacking substantial evidence, Feng Jue had to keep that secret to rot inside.
Was it truly possession if it’s by otherworldly creatures? A noble heir sent by the heavens taking over? Shouldn’t that be called fate?
Feng Jue subtly hinted at his relationship with Jiang in the dream.
Feng Jin shot him a glare.
If it were indeed about past lives and karma, then wouldn’t Feng Jue be eager to enter public office?
Why mumble on about it?
They could be tying up loose ends in their relationship from past lives, after all, what a wonderful plot for a novel.
Feng Jue couldn’t help but sigh.
“Liu Xi isn’t Jiang…”
The Feng Jue in the dream was Jiang’s initial light of hope, a beer buddy drifting through life.
What about the real Liu Xi?
Ha, that woman was too sentimental.
He had his little feelings.
