The Consort of the R

Mu Jiu suddenly woke from his dream, his glazed eyes flashing with a hint of ferocity. He opened his eyes to see a bamboo forest outside the window, the green washing away the glaring red in an instant. The ripples in his gaze gradually subsided and...,There is no battlefield, no bloodshed, yet he lies on the cool rattan chairs in the courtyard of his mansion. The small courtyard is serene and peaceful.,Wei Xue nodded and turned to leave. Mu Jiu sat up and walked to the bedside. He hadn't had a nightmare in a long time.。