The screams of the court maids, the scent of blood in the air, and the taste of tears returned to Weisheng in a dream. It was a sight he could never forget, a sight he often lived in his dreams again and again, and a sight that haunted his mind now and then.
Unable to wake from the dream, but knowing very well it was a dream, Weisheng quietly lived the moment again. The court maids dragged him to the dreaded room and shouted in his face for not protecting the Crown Princess Consort, letting her die outside his brothel.
The familiar rusty sword was on the ground as always, right next to Xiaoling's body, covered in blood. The sight was displayed in his dreams so often, he could recite the events without a pause.
The screams and backhanded remarks of the court maids got louder and louder, reminding Weisheng of his misconduct, neglect, and refusal to help a poor woman in the palace, despite being one of her legal guardians.
