Zi Mo thought about it and it seemed that nothing happened that could make her sad.

"But Miss..."

"I had a nightmare." Jiuqing turned his head and looked out the window, his eyes were a little confused. "A dream about betrayal, in which I felt sadness, pain, despair, and heartbroken regret."

Zi Mo's face turned pale when he heard this: "Who betrayed the lady in the dream? Is it me?"

"How could it be?" Jiu Qing turned his head, reached out and touched her head, and comforted him: "It's not you, it can't be you, don't think about it."

Zi Mo nodded slightly, but his eyes were a little worried.

Although Jiu Qing said she had a nightmare, she didn't believe it very much. No matter how terrible the nightmare was, it would be impossible for her lady to suddenly lose control.

And as Jiuqing herself said, they were inseparable from each other over the years. She has served the lady for so many years and will never be too far from Jiuqing when she sleeps at night. Why hasn't she ever discovered Jiuqing had a nightmare?

But she couldn't tell what the truth was.

Because in the past sixteen years, her lady lived a smooth life. No one would have ever asked her for unhappy life when she was in the Southern tribe, and no one dared to do so.

When I came to Xiling, although there were princesses, princesses, and queen mothers in Xiling who would make things difficult for her from time to time, even the maid of such a level of method would not be taken seriously by her, and the lady would not be able to affect her mood because of them.

So, where do you start with the so-called nightmare?

"Zi Mo." Jiuqing knew that she was still confused, so she simply explained to her more clearly, "You know that the Priests' Hall can predict the rise and fall of the Southern tribe."

Zi Mo was puzzled, but nodded slowly, "Yes."

"But the Southern tribe once had a man-made disaster of destroying the country, but the Priests' Hall did not calculate it, but I... saw it with my own eyes."

When Zi Mo heard this, he widened his eyes in shock, "Miss?"

The disaster of destroying a country?

How is it possible? How could such a powerful Southern tribe be destroyed?

"I can't tell whether it was a bizarre nightmare or a warning from the gods."

Jiuqing's tone was faint, but he could hear a little bit of loneliness in his voice. "For me, the shock from the soul has been engraved into the bones of the heart and will never be forgotten. So when I knew that someone used assassination to blame King Chen and Su Xiang, his emotions were out of control without realizing it."

Zi Mo listened in a daze, and there was finally an explanation for everything that could not be understood.

But how is this possible when the Southern Clan destroyed the country with their own eyes?

If it is because of betrayal, who is the betrayal?

Did Hei Lingwei send the Black Lieutenant to assassinate the young lady the day before yesterday to blame King Chen?

Zi Mo was so shocked that she couldn't say a word, because Jiu Qing's words had completely exceeded her expectations and acceptable levels, so she could only be stunned and silent.

A sigh overflowed by his lips, and Jiuqing leaned quietly on the couch, narrowing his eyes and covering the emotions in his eyes.

It made Zi Mo think that it was a dream, at least it would not cause too many meaningless questions. However, Jiu Qing knew in her heart that it was not a nightmare or a warning from the gods, but something that had actually happened.

It was so real that she could not calm down. When she closed her eyes, the scenes could still clearly appear before her. Blood and death were cruel marks that would never be erased.
Chapter completed!