Yao Shen looks in stunned silence at Xin Hulei's drawing of a face with long hair, a veil hiding all features beyond a pair of peach blossom eyes. It's a rather simple drawing, not much artistry to it, but Xi Zirui immediately remembers the dream he had. Twice now.
Him reclining on a luxurious chaise lounge, dressed in suggestive robes, the veil covering his face, that gilded contraption wrapped around his chest...
He assumed it was merely a dream, a manifestation of his recent anxieties.
But now everything is falling into place.
The other Ghost Kings' mocking remarks, about him falling in bed with Xin Hulei instead of killing him.
That Fragrant Peony brothel that Xin Hulei asked him if he'd ever been to.
Xin Hulei's drawing now, resembles what Yao Shen was wearing in the dream.
