On a winter afternoon, the sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a lazy glow across the dark-ink-colored corridor.
Inside, Feng Zhiyi reclined on a couch. Strands of hair brushed against her sleeping face, and her eyelashes fluttered as if she were experiencing something in her dreams. Suddenly, the tranquility was shattered; her brows furrowed, her breathing quickened, and her expression shifted from peaceful to terrified.
In her dream, flames surged to the heavens. A dragon of fire circled, maw wide open, devouring the palace that held her. Feng Zhiyi clutched her son’s lifeless body, the fire raging around her, scorching her skin with a pain that felt like bone-deep carving. Standing not far away was the man—the supreme monarch—his eyes filled with horror and regret, but devoid of the love that had once sworn eternal devotion.
Chapter 26