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"Yuan'er, it's truly..." the Gentle Consort admired as she looked at Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Zhiyuan opened his eyes and smiled at the Gentle Consort, "How do you feel, Grandmother?"
The Gentle Consort looked up at the azure sky and sighed, "It feels like a dream!"
She had many times woken from a beautiful dream, where her chronic ailment was cured, allowing her to live well without suffering.
But often upon waking, she found it was just a dream, just a beautiful dream.
The reality was that her body remained weak, still tormented, unable to break free.
This time, she came out without much hope, only wanting to explain a few important matters to her grandson.
Some crucial matters, some secrets, needed to be explained to him clearly, otherwise they would become an obstacle to inheriting the imperial throne.
Being unaware of these secrets could lead to great disasters.
