Qu Fulan didn’t answer, because she had already fallen asleep.
Pei Ji’an sighed; he felt he might be going mad to ask such absurd questions.
But many of her actions indeed seed to rge with the world he had seen, yet... how could that be?
Why did he see those images? The master said that what is seen does exist—does it exist in his dream, or sowhere else?
If such a place truly exists, how did she co from it?
Could it be that there really are ghosts and gods in this world?
Heir Pei frowned; he never believed in these things.
If there truly are ghosts and gods, why fight wars? Why seek redress? Just let the spirits solve it themselves.
Pei Ji’an didn’t dwell much on it and lay down to sleep.
Turns out, despite not having dreamt for a long ti, he actually dreamt that night.
At first, he was clearly a spectator, watching people walk back and forth in the scene.
Then she called a na.
"Han Che."
Han Che...
He rembered the na, but before he could understand what was going on, she had already co over and held his arm.
Could she see him?
Unlike her during ancient tis, at this mont she wore a sleek dress identical to the one she made, and when he looked down at himself, he found he was also wearing the suit she tailored for him.
Then the scene shifted, and they appeared in a restaurant, having a genuine candlelit dinner.
She lifted the glass of red wine in front of her and toasted him across the table, her face clearly smiling, but her words pierced his heart, "It’s not that I haven’t tried, but I’ve found I can’t do it. I don’t like your world; I can’t integrate into it. You’re great, but we’re not compatible. Let’s break up."
With that, she stood up, picked up her bag, and turned to leave.
In an instant, he felt a piercing pain sear through him, and he stood up trying to grab her hand.
Yet he grasped only air; she had vanished.
"Lanlan, Lanlan—"
"Si, Si, wake up, Si—"
Pei Ji’an abruptly opened his eyes, eting an anxious gaze—who else could it be but Qu Fulan?
At that mont, he was almost unable to distinguish whether it was reality or a dream, and he imdiately hugged her tight, "Fulan, don’t leave !"
Qu Fulan was nearly suffocated by his embrace, though she didn’t understand what had happened, she still tried to comfort him with effort, "I won’t leave, did you have a nightmare?"
Pei Ji’an gradually cald down, realizing he had just had a dream, he raised his hand and rubbed his temples.
"Si, what on earth happened?" Qu Fulan asked with concern.
Pei Ji’an looked at Qu Fulan, wanting to say sothing, but ended up shaking his head, "It’s nothing, just a nightmare."
Qu Fulan let out a sigh of relief, "The dream is the opposite of reality, don’t worry."
Pei Ji’an looked at her, and pulled her back into his embrace, "Lanlan, let’s have a child."
Turns out he was just an ordinary person after all, trying to bind her with a child.
Maybe having a child would make all uncertainties stable, and he wouldn’t have to worry about losing her.
Qu Fulan thought it was sudden, she raised her head from his arms, "What’s with you suddenly saying this? What kind of dream did you have to make you so eager to have a child?"
Pei Ji’an simply said, "Maybe it’s because I saw elder brother’s family of four yesterday, what you think by day, you dream by night."
Qu Fulan smiled, "Then once the departnt store is sorted out, we won’t use contraception."
Not using contraception ans going with the flow, maybe one day she’d get pregnant, and by then she’d have more ti and energy to focus on the child.
"Alright."
Maybe this agreent had an effect, or perhaps it was just him overthinking, but after that day, he didn’t experience strange dreams again.
Of course, he never figured out what the whole dream was about.
That also wasn’t important; what’s important is that she was always by his side.
Qu Fulan goes to check on the construction progress of the departnt store every day, eight out of ten tis Heir Pei accompanies her, the remaining two tis, he’s generally off doing tasks for the emperor.
Given that the emperor certainly feels conflicted nowadays, he wants to make Pei Ji’an tired, his family’s cabbage was taken away and he feels uneasy not tidying up, but on second thought, if he doesn’t let him off, the daughter is also not having it easy, and that ends up counterproductive.
So in the end, the emperor didn’t really make things difficult for Pei Ji’an, if there’s sothing he calls him, otherwise he lets him go ho to take care of his daughter, and only then does Heir Pei have extra ti to be with his wife.
Heir Pei is involved in many aspects of the departnt store’s affairs.
The couple appears together every day, it’s quite a slap in the face of many people, because since Heir Pei got married, there’s no word of any concubine, he doesn’t visit brothels, much less take concubines.
He only stays loyal to one wife, causing so many won to feel jealous. Considering how many won are in their own backyard, all brought back by their husbands as concubines—it’s maddening.
They themselves are not having a good ti, so they wish others would be the sa, thinking it’s fair—but the Pei couple remains glued to each other, and even after so long without Young Lady Pei conceiving, Heir Pei surprisingly doesn’t mind, what’s the reason?
Qu Fulan is busy with the departnt store and doesn’t have ti to care about what others think of her.
Such a large project, Prince An and others supervise it every day, and with such dedication, it takes half a year for the construction of the departnt store.
Various promotions and pre-sales are handled by special personnel during this period.
Qu Fulan is just busy writing "Dream of the Red Chamber."
On the opening day, she planned to perform the first Chapter, hence the need to get the manuscript for rehearsal.
Qu Fulan concluded the first Chapter of "Dream of the Red Chamber" at the point where Jia Baoyu visits Xue Baochai to explore their golden jade match.
Telling the story is fine; hiring a good storyteller can vividly narrate the story. For staging an opera, suitable perforrs are needed.
But finding completely suitable ones is impossible, so makeup must be relied upon, achieving a resemblance of six to seven out of ten would be ideal.
While Qu Fulan was busy with these affairs, on the other hand, Li Hua, who was also busy with her career, slipped one day while working hard, accidentally fell and hit her head, causing her to faint.
Many doctors were called to examine her to no avail; she remained unconscious.
Qu Fulan visited too, she saw no visible wound, the spot where she hit wasn’t swollen, and there was no chaotic pulse, yet the person just wouldn’t wake up, and couldn’t find an explanation.
This condition persisted until the day before the departnt store opened, when Qu Fulan received news that Li Hua had woken up, she hurried over to visit after finishing her tasks.
Indeed, she saw Li Hua awake, perhaps from lying too long, and though she had just regained consciousness, she seed sowhat lacking in vigor.
At least nothing cliché like mory loss occurred, she rembered everyone; it was said the first person she called out upon waking was aunt.
Seeing Qu Fulan, Li Hua weakly smiled, "I heard you ca to see often, thank you."
"No need for thanks, we’re friends, saying this is being too formal. Any discomfort?" Qu Fulan asked.
Li Hua gently shook her head.
Everyone was delighted at Li Hua’s recovery; noting that she had just awakened and was still weak, they shared so comforting words and left, giving her more ti to rest.
However, after everyone left, the smile at the corner of Li Hua’s mouth slowly faded as she lay on the bed.
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