TSFLIP Chapter 577

Three days later, the weather turned cooler, and a torrential rain began to fall.

Xia Fengxue stood at the entrance of the palace. The rain had soaked much of his clothing, but he still braved the downpour to come to Princess Changning’s residence, because he was deeply worried.

From a distance, he saw the young girl leaning against the window, lost in thought as she watched the falling rain outside. Xia Fengxue turned to the palace maid at the door and asked,
“Has the princess been like this these past few days—just staring off into space?”

The maid lowered her head and replied,
“Yes, Your Highness. The princess has been in this state since she woke up.”

Xia Fengxue muttered under his breath,
“Could it be that Fengguang still hasn’t fully recovered because of the hypnosis?”

The maid didn’t dare respond to that.

He gave her a cold glance.
“Take good care of the princess.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Xia Fengxue looked at Fengguang one last time before turning to leave.

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But what was Fengguang thinking at that moment?

She stared absentmindedly at the rain outside the window, replaying everything that had happened in the past few days.
Could it really be, as her father had said, just a dream?
A dream used by someone to try to kill her?

She couldn’t help but recall the moment she first woke up three days ago. The palace maid had been overjoyed and immediately rushed to summon her father and mother. Putting aside how long her mother had clung to her, crying, just looking around at the familiar surroundings, Fengguang had felt like she was still dreaming.

In the desert, she had lost consciousness and then somehow ended up in a small town in Jiangnan. While in that town, a severe headache had struck her, and the next thing she knew, she was back in the palace.

She started to wonder: if she lost consciousness again, would she wake up in yet another strange place?

Unfortunately, over the past few days, there had been no sign of her fainting again.

The Daoist Liao Liao, whom her eldest brother had invited, told her that she had been hypnotized and trapped in a dream. In that dream, if her consciousness died, her body in the real world would die as well. It was an extremely sophisticated method of assassination—victims who died this way usually left no trace, and others could only conclude it was sudden death.

Everyone around her told Fengguang that she had fallen unconscious the same night the assassin appeared in the main hall, and for three days afterward, she remained unresponsive. Then, oddly, her body began to show signs of severe dehydration—no matter how much water they tried to give her, it had no effect.

Fengguang understood that it was because she was in the desert.

Looking back now, everything made sense.

She had always enjoyed reading supernatural tales, and her royal brother had gathered many such storybooks for her. One story in particular had stayed with her—about a town where all the residents were ghosts. They lured innocent people into taking their place in death.

And in that story, the only one who hadn’t lost his humanity… was a little boy.

Even though she’d been hypnotized, the dream had been built from her consciousness. Elements from her real life had projected into the dream. That’s why the dream took place in a ghost town.

As for the desert… it was a killing ground.
He had once said he’d only take her away from the palace for three days. Now she understood—he meant she would only live for three days in that dream.

Si Jia was a killer from Wujilou. No one had ever known how he carried out his assassinations—only that he was always successful and never left loose ends. Up until now, Fengguang was the only known person to have survived.

She lifted her sleeve and checked her wrist. As expected, there were no scars.

She was sure of it now—everything that had happened in those days, starting from the moment he kidnapped her that night… had all been a dream.