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Chapter 450 Shen Fuhan's Five Dreams

After enjoying a pleasant lunch together, the group chatted for a while before preparing to leave.

Rongniang and Shen Funian were reluctant to part.

As expected, the two women hit it off immediately, finding they were kindred spirits.

“When you come to Chang’an next time, I will definitely go back to the Marquis’s residence, and we will live together,” Shen Funian said, holding her hand. “Then we will talk by candlelight at night.”

Sister Rong said cheerfully, "Okay, I'll remember that. You'll have to prepare some good wine and food then."

"No problem, we have all kinds of delicacies!"

The two parted reluctantly.

Wen Jiayue was pleased with the outcome and waited on the side.

Afraid of neglecting her, Shen Funian quickly said, "Sister-in-law, come too! Let's all abandon men and sleep together!"

Shen Fuhan glanced at her indifferently.

That glance put Shen Funian under considerable pressure, and she quickly ran to the carriage, saying, "I'm leaving now!"

After seeing Shen Funian's family off, Wen Jiayue prepared to go with her uncles to pay respects to her mother.

With the prepared items on board, the group boarded the carriage and headed towards the tomb.

The journey was silent. When they arrived at their destination, Song Ang had just dismounted when his legs went weak. This dignified seven-foot-tall man almost cried so much that he couldn't walk.

Wen Jiayue couldn't help but burst into tears.

She personally wiped the tombstone clean, knelt down solemnly, and kowtowed three times.

Shen Fuhan stayed with her, silently thinking to himself, "Mother-in-law, I will take care of A-Yue, so don't worry. I will treat her even better and will never let her down in this life."

This memorial service began in silence and ended in silence.

Wen Jiayue took one last look at the tombstone before leaving.

We remained silent the whole way until it was time to part ways.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Rongniang smiled and said, "Yue'er, then we'll be going now."

Song Ang rubbed his eyes and said, "We will definitely return to the capital as soon as possible."

Wen Jiayue nodded: "Uncle and Aunt, please have a safe journey and be careful on the road."

"Don't worry," Rongniang said easily. "We've been escorting goods for so many years, we know what we're doing. This is a legitimate mission, it's not dangerous."

"gone!"

The two quickly and gracefully left.

Wen Jiayue also returned to the manor, exchanged a few words with her cousin who stayed at the Marquis's residence to prepare for the imperial examination, and then they all went their separate ways.

Back in his room, Shen Fuhan closed the door and wouldn't let anyone in.

Wen Jiayue said softly, "It's not evening yet."

“I know,” Shen Fuhan pulled her to sit down on the couch. “Let me tell you about my situation first.”

A moment earlier or later makes no difference to him; the one who needs to agonize over it is Wen Jiayue.

So he could wait until evening to hear her answer, but now that he had the time, he had to speak.

"Do you remember that dream I had?" Shen Fuhan asked. "It was about your portrait."

Wen Jiayue nodded slightly, a guess forming in her mind: Could it be that Shen Fuhan had another dream later?

Sure enough, Shen Fuhan said, "I've figured out the pattern. Every year in January, April, August, and November, when I sleep alone, I have a dream."

After so long, he must have had it at least four times. Wen Jiayue quickly asked, "What did you dream about?"

"The first dream was of your portrait, the second dream was of Yao'er changing his surname, the third dream was of me retiring and returning to my hometown, the fourth dream was of writing a letter to Yao'er to let him inherit the Marquis's mansion, and the fifth, which is the last one, was of me going to see Yao'er to prepare for him to inherit the Marquis's mansion."

He gave a brief explanation, but Wen Jiayue was completely confused. What was all this about?

However, she did understand somewhat why Shen Fuhan had suddenly become so insistent on changing Yao'er's surname; it was because of this dream.

Moreover, he only gave a general account of these dreams; his strange behavior in the past might have been influenced by these dreams.

After a pause, Shen Fuhan continued, "In every dream, neither you nor Zhaozhao are there, and Fourth Brother has also passed away."

Wen Jiayue's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up at him.

“But every dream is closely related to you. In the second dream, the memorial tablets of you, Zhaozhao, and your fourth brother appeared. In the third dream, it was mentioned that your wife died young and your daughter died young.”

He spoke the last few words with great difficulty, as if he was still trapped in the emotions of that time.

Wen Jiayue took his hand.

"In the fourth dream, it was mentioned that your cause of death was that there was no cure. In the fifth dream, a piece of your writing appeared."

Wen Jiayue was somewhat confused: "What random thoughts?"

"Do you remember the day I suddenly mentioned that you moved to sleep in the study after you got pregnant?"

Wen Jiayue nodded; she remembered.

“You said in your random thoughts that you were unhappy when I moved to sleep in the study, and that you felt I didn’t like you.”

Wen Jiayue was stunned. On the day she learned of her pregnancy, she had indeed written such a short essay.

She completely forgot about it when she woke up the next day, and didn't even know where she had lost the paper. She never expected that Shen Fuhan would see it in her dream.

If rebirth could happen to her, then it's not surprising that Shen Fuhan is dreaming; perhaps these things actually happened in her previous life.

With his mind in turmoil, Shen Fuhan asked, "Is there anything else you want to ask, A-Yue?"

Wen Jiayue thought for a moment and asked, "Is your change also because of these dreams?"

“Not entirely. At the time, I was only half-believing,” Shen Fuhan said. “It wasn’t until the dream of cutting paper happened in reality that I finally believed it.”

Wen Jiayue asked, puzzled, "What kind of paper are you cutting?"

Shen Fuhan's expression stiffened slightly: "It's nothing."

"Say it."

Seeing her tense expression, Shen Fuhan had no choice but to explain, "That day you gave me a painting you drew when you were a child, and the inscription was written by Pei Huaijin, right?"

Wen Jiayue asked awkwardly, "Why did you bring this up?"

“In my dream, I cut off the inscription. Later, I learned by chance that it was written by Pei Huaijin, and I did the same thing.”

Wen Jiayue looked at him in surprise.

Shen Fuhan continued, "At that time, I wondered if everything in the dream would really happen. Apart from those harmless little things, all the major events were irreversible."

"I breathed a sigh of relief that you had escaped the poisoning by the eldest princess, thinking that you were safe from now on. But I never expected that Pei Huaijin would kidnap you, and it happened without any warning in my dream."

“At that time, I was really afraid that you would suddenly fall ill, just like in the dream, and there would be no cure and no way to save you.”

He had spoken too much in one breath, and his breathing became heavy. He insisted on finishing, but still couldn't help coughing.

Wen Jiayue skillfully poured him tea and patted his back to comfort him.

She sighed softly, "I never thought that I would be fine in the end, but you would be left with a chronic illness."

“That’s good,” Shen Fuhan stopped coughing and said seriously, “Consider it as transferring your misfortune to me, and you will definitely be safe and sound in the future.”

Wen Jiayue's eyes reddened, and she gently pushed him, saying, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Shen Fuhan took her hand.

“I’m not making this up, that’s really what I think.”

He paused for a moment, then asked, "So, Yue, are you willing to tell me what you've been hiding?"