Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 340 - 188 Movie

However, no matter how one guessed, the person who could give answers had long been buried in the years.

Although Shu Wan and Qi Yuan had truly met only once when they were eight, every time she saw him afterward, it was from a distance, hidden among the crowd.

From their correspondence in the military camp, Shu Wan could tell that Qi Yuan was a very capable and strategizing politician.

The Shu Family ostensibly maintained neutrality and had married Shu Wan to the Crown Prince, making it appear as though they were closely aligned with the Eastern Palace.

But Shu Wan knew that her father also kept close contact with the Third Prince in private. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Therefore, the information in unofficial histories about Qi Yuan’s special treatment of the Shu Family seemed to Shu Wan to be mostly baseless.

Perhaps it was because the Beiling Dynasty was so mysterious. Although it was not recognized as a real dynasty in official histories, online speculations about this dynasty and its rulers were innumerable.

People also speculated a lot about the rulers of the dynasty.

When Shu Wan saw people claiming that Qi Yuan was too ugly to show his face, she slightly shook her head.

The Beiling Royal Family was known for its handsome men and beautiful women, and Qi Yuan’s mother was even considered the most beautiful woman of the dynasty, Qi Yuan having inherited all the fine traits from both the Emperor and the Empress.

Even though Shu Wan was not in the capital, she knew that Qi Yuan alone had disturbed the hearts of all the noble ladies in the capital.

Perhaps because she had read too many posts about Qi Yuan before sleeping, Shu Wan dreamt of him that night.

In the dream, Qi Yuan was already wearing the imperial robe, with a five-clawed golden dragon swirling around him, as if restrained and trying to escape, roaring silently.

He still maintained his unflustered demeanor, having been an upper echelon leader for so long, he had grown accustomed to not letting anyone probe his emotions.

He picked up a wine cup, took a slight sip, and something about the wine seemed to bring a memory to mind, his gaze flickering, and then he looked directly at Shu Wan.

Even in the dream, Shu Wan was startled by the intense authority in his eyes—emperor’s might, which felt tangible even in the phantom realm.

But what surprised Shu Wan the most was not the dictatorial aura around Qi Yuan, but his eyes—they were full of sadness and regret.

He had obtained all the supreme power and status that everyone in the world desired, what could possibly make him feel regretful?

Thinking this, Shu Wan in her dream saw Qi Yuan’s lips move slightly, as if he was saying something, but she couldn’t hear it clearly.

She leaned in a little closer, trying to hear, only to find herself caught in a vortex, struggling but unable to break free, knowing she was dreaming but unable to wake up.

"Shu Wan, what time is it? If you don’t get up now, I’ll ask the driver to take me alone."

The knocking and Fu Yang’s voice came from outside, pulling Shu Wan out of her tumultuous dream.

The eyes that had been gazing at her also finally dispersed from the dream.

Shu Wan opened her eyes and turned her head to look out the window—it was snowing.

A thin layer of snow covered everything, painting the entire world like a simple sketch outlined in white.

Although minimalistic, it soothed Shu Wan’s melancholic mood through the night; the white snow tore a slit in the chaotic black dream, allowing one to catch a breath.

"Hello!!"

Fu Yang knocked on the door again, "What are you doing? Why aren’t you up yet?"

"Coming down now."

Shu Wan replied and then got up to wash and change her clothes.

Ten minutes later, Shu Wan went downstairs.

Fu Yang wanted to say something but paused upon seeing Shu Wan’s pale complexion, his brows slightly furrowed, "What’s wrong with you."

Fu Siyu also looked over, noticing Shu Wan’s poor complexion, he stood up, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Shu Wan shook her head, "I’m okay."

"Have a cup of soy milk first."

Fu Siyu passed a cup of soy milk to Shu Wan, who took a sip. The warm liquid flowed down, seemingly carrying away much of the gloom in her heart.

"I’ll take you later, and have another driver take Fu Yang to school."

After Fu Siyu spoke, Fu Yang initially wanted to protest, but after glancing at Shu Wan, he just pouted, "Whatever."

After breakfast, Fu Yang left first, and Fu Siyu accompanied Shu Wan to the film set.

The snow had stopped for a while during breakfast, but soon after they got into the car, it began to fall again.

The snowflakes, like catkins, drifted down, creating a fragmented beauty.

Shu Wan sat quietly by the car window, gazing at the snowy landscape outside.

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