Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 170 - Wake Up, Ah Jiu, Wake Up Quickly

Chapter 170: Chapter 170 Wake Up, Ah Jiu, Wake Up Quickly

Murong Jiu fell into nightmares once again.

It had been a long time since she had dreamed of her two children.

This time, she saw them in her dream.

The brother and sister, small and frail, pale as ghosts, held hands as though separated from her by a thin veil, standing before her.

She chased after them, but they suddenly vanished.

Then she searched and searched, as if combing through the heavens and earth, yet she could not find a trace of them.

She cried out loudly, only to discover she couldn’t make any sound.

Finally, it seemed she saw a figure, she wanted to run but couldn’t muster the energy; her legs felt as if they were filled with lead, heavily unable to move.

Anxiety, helplessness, agony—all these emotions plunged her deeper into the nightmare, unwilling to leave.

“Wake up, Ah Jiu, wake up.”

The man’s familiar voice seemed to come from a distant place, and Murong Jiu finally turned around in her dream, then the voice grew louder and clearer.

She slowly opened her eyes and met a face with a hint of blue stubble.

She was stunned, reaching out to touch it, and it pricked her hand painfully.

“How could you…”

“This girl slept for three days until the Prince invited Master Hui Jue to wake you. I never believed in Buddhism, it seems I must start believing in Buddha now!”

An old master’s voice resounded beside her.

Only then did Murong Jiu notice that the room contained not just Jun Yuyan and the master, but also Xiao Wen, and an old monk in plain grey-blue monk’s robes, twirling a set of ordinary Buddha Beads, looking very unassuming and modest, except for his eyes, which seemed to be filled with Zen, naturally profound in Buddhism.

She sat up in confusion, only to discover an unfamiliar Buddhist bead bracelet on her wrist!

Her eyes widened—she was intimately familiar with these beads!

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In her previous life, two months before her death, yes, back then the Second Prince had already become the Crown Prince, a strange little maid from the Crown Prince’s Residence brought these beads to her, and spoke some words that she found utterly baffling at the time.

“Your life has been full of turmoil, your blood relatives have all died tragically. Someone pities you and has specifically sought these beads to protect you; unfortunately, they couldn’t deliver it themselves and met with trouble. The master instructed me to personally deliver this. You must wear it day and night.”

After saying this, the maid quickly left, and later she couldn’t even recall what the maid looked like.

But the bracelet, as if by the will of ghosts, she wore it on her wrist, and it was still there when the Crown Prince threw her into a well to drown.

Now, she bore an incredulous look—could her rebirth be connected to these beads?

Had Jun Yuyan obtained these beads for her from Master Hui Jue in her previous life?

She tightly grabbed Jun Yuyan’s hand, her eyes somewhat shocked as she looked towards Master Hui Jue. “Master, may I ask…”

“Amitabha, Dharma inherently has wonderful connections, seeker, the answer is already in your heart.”

Before she could ask, Master Hui Jue had already spoken.

Murong Jiu was momentarily stunned.

Jun Yuyan also frowned slightly, sensing an underlying meaning in Master Hui Jue’s words.

Seeing that Master Hui Jue was reluctant to say more, he said to Murong Jiu, “Ah Jiu, the master has come from afar, let him rest properly in the mansion first. You also need to eat something; you’ve been asleep for too long.”

Murong Jiu then came back to her senses and nodded, thanking Master Hui Jue.

Master Hui Jue nodded slightly, and Jun Yuyan personally saw him out.

As Jun Yuyan escorted people to the guest room, he solemnly thanked Master Hui Jue, “Thank you for your help today, Master. Had you not arrived in time, who knows how long Ah Jiu would have remained unconscious.”

Master Hui Jue placed his palms together, “Prince, there is no need for formalities. In the past, you saved the lives of all the monks at Yunyan Temple. Had it not been for you, myself and the others would have long perished at the hands of those vicious Hu raiders. I once told you, I owed you a favor.”

“You have repaid that favor, for to me, Ah Jiu is more important than my own life.”

“Amitabha.”

“If I may ask boldly, Master, will Ah Jiu fall into nightmares again? And, is Ah Jiu possibly…”

He stopped himself before finishing his sentence, unable to know what Ah Jiu had experienced before. He had asked Ah Jiu’s mentor, asked Chun Tao; they both knew there was no deep-seated vendetta between Ah Jiu and the Second Prince, yet her hatred for the Second Prince far exceeded the ordinary bounds.

There was also the surprise in the depths of Ah Jiu’s eyes when she saw the Buddhist bead bracelet, as if she had seen these beads before.

But the beads were carved by Master Hui Jue himself; they were one-of-a-kind, and this was the master’s first visit to Capital City, having previously been in remote mountains where Ah Jiu had never visited.

All these signs indicated she had experiences beyond ordinary comprehension.

In the past, Jun Yuyan had read various odd books about fantastic tales, reincarnation, and many wild imaginations.

Ah Jiu said what she saw was “a dream before death,” so she surely had experienced “death.”

Had she died once before, and returned to the past?

Ultimately, he did not ask Master Hui Jue, for the master’s wise eyes, worn from the experiences of life, simply watched him quietly, as if understanding everything.

Buddha said one must not speak, not speak, for to speak is to err.

He could not speak, the secrets of heaven must not be revealed, fearing that once disclosed, heaven might take away all that was before him.

“The Buddha beads I gave to the Princess Consort had been consecrated before the Buddha for forty-nine days, seven weeks, and possess the power to soothe the soul and aid sleep. However, the princess has a malady of the heart and will need the prince’s patience to be consoled,” Master Hui Jue told him.

Jun Yuyan expressed his deep gratitude.

Upon returning to his room, he saw Ah Jiu gazing absentmindedly at the Buddhist bead bracelet in her hand.

The table was set with light soup and porridge that remained untouched.

“You’ve come at just the right moment. This girl, I don’t know what she’s daydreaming about; even calling her to eat, she doesn’t seem to hear.” Divine Doctor Zhai said with a sigh, always feeling like his apprentice was somewhat soulless, especially after the recent significant event of revealing her identity, a joyous occasion. Yet, she seemed distressed enough to weep in her dreams, which was truly heartbreaking.

Thinking back to when she was little, such a pitiful sight, she rarely ever cried before.

“Princess Consort, please eat something,” Xiao Wen urged Murong Jiu with a worried expression.

Murong Jiu lifted her head and offered a smile, patting Xiao Wen on the head: “I’m not hungry, really.”

“Miss! You’re not hungry because the prince hasn’t rested for a single moment over the past three days, keeping constant vigil by your bedside, feeding you water and soup, afraid that you’d weaken from hunger while unconscious. Just before you woke up, the prince personally fed you half a bowl of chicken soup,” Chun Tao explained crisply.

She had never seen a better man than the prince; even when soup spilled and soiled his clothes, he was not annoyed, patiently feeding her until the end, then helping the miss change her clothes and bedding, more meticulous than a maid.

Without Chun Tao mentioning it, Murong Jiu wouldn’t have known that over these three days, Jun Yuyan had not rested at all.

She noticed the dark circles under his eyes, stubble emerging because he hadn’t had the time to shave, showing how worried he had been while she was unconscious!

And these Buddha beads…

In her past and present life, she owed him far too much.