The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant

Song Zhiqing kept wiping the cold sweat dripping down. This dream was far from ordinary, too real, as if it truly existed, as if he had personally experienced it.

It was a life completely different from now.

How could this be?

Song Zhiqing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began thinking about the dream. Some things overlapped with reality; Bai Shuilian appeared genuinely, didn’t she?

However, some things did not exist, such as in the dream, the elder Song Zhiyuan didn’t have the second son, Brother Dan; the second did not have Yuanyuan, nor did he have the Noble Concubine Shen; even Buhui, that monk, never appeared.

Yet, in reality, everything nonexistent appeared.

How could this be?

Song Zhiqing pinched the corner of the quilt, pondering what was wrong, calculating where a dream and reality differed.

Admittedly, Song Zhiqing was entranced.

What he hated most now was becoming a cripple. With a completely different life appearing, he grasped it as the best psychological comfort and remedy, regardless of it being just a dream, fantasizing if he lived the life in the dream.

How spirited would that be?

Song Zhiqing endured the shivers, closed his eyes, and slowly went forward until…

He suddenly opened his eyes, looking shocked.

It was her.

His legitimate mother, Song Ci.

In the dream, Song Ci, after waking from a coma that year, lingered on her sickbed, rarely appearing in noble circles, hardly entering the palace due to her weak body.

Even when he returned to the capital with Bai Shuilian to greet her, she gave no response, neither happy nor sad.

But in reality, to say something disrespectful, the real Song Ci was active. Reflecting on the events of the past decade, it seemed she was involved everywhere.

Bai Shuilian, she hated to the extreme. Her hatred made those beneath know to oppress Bai in various ways. The result?

The result was Bai Shuilian was a spy, and in his past life, he never knew, thinking his partner was an innocent white flower.

“How can people change so much, is it truly just a dream, am I entranced?” Song Zhiqing muttered to himself.

Was today’s blow so great that he felt unwilling, thus fantasizing about a different life?

Otherwise, how could the legitimate mother seem to have become another person?

Changed?

Song Zhiqing furrowed his brows, his expression undetermined.

He recalled hearing from those Taoists about mountain spirits and demons in tales. Could the legitimate mother be possessed by some stray ghost, causing the reality and dream to be utterly different?

Thinking this, he shook his head again—it couldn’t be, it’s too improbable, he really was crazy.

This was too absurd.

But once the seed of suspicion is planted, it will take root and grow, bigger and bigger.

In the past oblivious, now thinking, Song Ci’s actions over the decade differed greatly from before, could it be due to his external postings that caused a change?

If she had been bedridden as in the dream during her coma, unable to be active, wouldn’t he have avoided becoming a cripple and been spirited as in the dream, even if not achieving immense wealth?

This mother and son are truly his stumbling blocks, a nightmare.

Song Zhiqing could no longer sleep.

Similarly sleepless was Song Zhiyuan, he also woke from a dream, with his brows furrowed.

If he could talk with Song Zhiqing, he’d probably find out the dream he had was exactly like the one Song Zhiqing had.

That was a completely different fate for the Song Family.