When the first rays of dawn pierced through the eastern and western horizons, Emperor Yanqing jolted awake from a nightmare.
The faint light streamed through the gaps in the curtains into the bedroom, casting on Emperor Yanqing's face, which allowed one to vaguely make out that an emotion called fear completely dominated his features, even... a cold sweat had seeped onto his forehead.
"Gulp!"
After swallowing hard, Emperor Yanqing recalled the dream with lingering fear.
He remembered clearly that in his dream, the entire Yan Family crumbled, and without its protection, he was personally sent up the guillotine by Chen Fan.
"Dreams are often the opposite of reality, if anyone has to die, it's that bastard!"
While still shaken, Emperor Yanqing thought of Yan Qinglai who would continue to stand at the top of the power pyramid and take action against Chen Fan, which made the anxiety that had been hanging over him subside, and the fear in his heart gradually vanished.
