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Chapter 93: Ninety-Three Treasures

Xun Qianchun lay quietly on the bed, without a sound, her gaze distant as she looked at the tent’s roof. After a while, she suddenly said, "Sir, I had a dream."

Xu Zhen asked, "What kind of dream?"

Xun Qianchun smiled and said, "I dreamed that I became a local tyrant, and you were still a mediocre teacher in Jiangling... Later, when I passed through Jiangling, I just swung my sword..."

She didn’t continue.

Xu Zhen knew what came next. She was startled because the little beggar dreamt of events that had actually occurred in the original story. How could the little beggar have dreamt of these things?

Xu Zhen was bewildered and didn’t know what to say.

Xun Qianchun remained silent, and the military tent was quiet for a long time. Then Xun Qianchun gestured for Xu Zhen to come closer.

Xu Zhen lowered her head and asked, "What is it?"

Looking at Xu Zhen’s expression, Xun Qianchun recalled the haughty demeanor of the teacher in her dream and felt an indescribable emotion in her heart.

She pulled Xu Zhen’s head down and kissed her.

Xu Zhen was so dazed by the kiss that she leaned forward, feeling a white haze before her eyes, unable to see anything clearly. After a long while, fresh air filled her chest again, and she gradually regained her senses, realizing the little beggar was still recovering from her illness. Xu Zhen quickly moved aside.

Xun Qianchun didn’t let Xu Zhen go and held her hand, asking, "Sir, what’s wrong?"

Xu Zhen wanted to mention the wound but regretted using the system’s medicine on the little beggar. Now her wound wasn’t severe; she might even be able to go out for a fight.

Unable to speak harshly, Xu Zhen held back and could only ask, "What else did you dream of?"

The air inside the military tent was slightly oppressive. Although the weather was clear, the thick fabric of the Northern King’s tent blocked the beautiful view outside, and the scent of baked earth continuously wafted in.

At first, Xun Qianchun didn’t speak. She lay among the white silk bedding, her black hair scattered across the bed, her deep blue eyes appearing more desolate, with old scars at the corners.

Xu Zhen watched her quietly, not disturbing her thoughts.

Xun Qianchun, lost in thought, released Xu Zhen’s hand but soon grasped it again. She softly told Xu Zhen, "I dreamt of someone unfamiliar standing next to me."

...It must be the protagonist!

Xu Zhen’s breath caught.

In the story, during the ninth rebirth, the protagonist stood by the little beggar’s side, almost succeeding in redeeming the antagonist, but ultimately failing.

It seemed the little beggar had dreamt of a plot from one of the rebirths mentioned in the book, rather than it being just a dream.

Xu Zhen felt a bit anxious.

She stared at Xun Qianchun, waiting for what would come next.

However, Xun Qianchun didn’t continue directly. She kept her expression neutral, letting Xu Zhen lean against her, the two of them huddled together under the covers. Although the sounds of fighting, running, and horses' neighing were loud outside, they didn’t affect the two of them.

Xu Zhen anxiously wrapped the blanket around herself.

Xun Qianchun reached out to hug her, pulling at her wound, which made her frown. Xu Zhen pressed her back onto the bed, insisting she lie still and not move.