Crying While Filling the Pit I Dug - Chapter 79

Song Miaomiao’s hand holding the bun paused for a moment, in disbelief.

Ten years old.

Weed shed.

She suppressed the turbulent emotions in her heart and said, “Then have you ever dreamed about me?”

“Yes,” Yi Qing’s pale face blushed a little. “Many times. I saw you before when I was patrolling the palace, but we never had a formal conversation until the day you kicked the shuttlecock out of the rockery and almost fell into the pool.”

Song Miaomiao looked at Yi Qing intently.

Yi Qing continued, “I picked up the shuttlecock and returned it to you. Since that day, I have often dreamed about you. The scenes in the dreams are always very strange. Sometimes, we seem to be practicing calligraphy together. Sometimes, we seem to climb an endless ladder together. Sometimes, you hold a can of soup and wait for me under a tree, but every time I get to drink soup, I wake up. Until…”

“I see…”

Yi Qing smiled sweetly, “Until one time, you gave me a pot of bone soup in the Imperial Garden. I knew it was that smell. I tried to make it myself at home, but it was not as good as yours.”

Song Miaomiao tried hard to stop her tears, saying, “Do you want to drink some more now? I will make it for you every day from now on, okay?”

Yi Qing also had tears in his eyes and said with a smile, “Okay, thank you, Wife.”

Song Miaomiao fed him another bowl of bone soup. She wanted to hear more about his dreams, so she begged him to talk more about it.

“Sometimes, I’m practicing swordsmanship, and you watch from the side. It’s like—” Yi Qing blushed again, “—like the morning of our wedding.”

Yi Qing said indifferently, “But it’s always the same, you always don’t speak.”

Song Miaomiao’s tears flowed down. 

She thought, “Yes, because in that world I couldn’t speak.”

Yi Qing fell into the memories, his eyes wandering far away, and said, “Sometimes, I am like a spectator, quietly watching the relationship between ‘us’. Sometimes, the stories happen to me again, and I call you Princess. You smiled at me and never spoke.”

Yi Qing smiled again, his eyes full of Song Miaomiao. “Since the first time we met, I went to see you in the Imperial Garden every day, and I dreamed of you almost every night. When I was in the Imperial Garden, I was very… nervous and looking forward to it, and then you gave me soup—”

Song Miaomiao couldn’t stop crying, and Yi Qing wiped her tears. “—you gave me soup, I wondered if you would have the same dream as me. That night, I made up my mind and I was determined to ask to marry you. Before I was born, I was arranged to marry Mrs. Gu, but I have always had a brother and sister relationship with her, and she is the same. I thought about how to withdraw from this marriage without hurting her.”

Song Miaomiao smiled wryly. It turned out that the female and male leads she had been struggling with for such a long time turned out to be in such a situation…

“I’m so stupid,” Song Miaomiao couldn’t help saying.

“What?” Yi Qing asked.

Song Miaomiao shook her head and changed the subject, “Then did you wait for me in the Imperial Garden on purpose every day?”

Yi Qing nodded and said, “Yes. It turns out that my daily patrol route in the Imperial Garden is not fixed. Since I first met you, I have been going around that place every day. I thought it was a coincidence the first two times, but later I found out that you deliberately did not bring the maids, seemingly waiting for me there. But suddenly one day, you didn’t come.”

Song Miaomiao felt pain in her heart hearing that. She never went there again because her task was completed.

“At that time, I waited all afternoon, but I didn’t see you. I was very confused. I was afraid that something might have happened to you, or you might have been sick. So I used the shuttlecock as an excuse to go to Sishui Hall, but the maid said you were resting.”

At that time, Song Miaomiao was a fool. She only thought that the task was completed. She fell asleep until dinner, mistakenly believing that Yi Qing went to the Sishui Hall to chase Gu Jiaren.

“That night, I dreamed that you were with the Crown Prince… I didn’t expect to see the Crown Prince in my dream. He was your brother there as well. He wanted to betroth you to someone else. When I thought that wouldn’t wait for me anymore, I was awakened.”

Yi Qing smiled wryly, “My dream is just like this… whimsical.”

Song Miaomiao laughed and said, “That means you miss me and think about me every day and dream of me at night. You are afraid that I will stop looking for you, and your dream will come true: that I will get married to someone else.”

Yi Qing nodded, “Maybe. Later, when I was buying a book for you, I heard the owner of the bookstore say that marriage is a predestined relationship from a previous life, destined by fate. Do you think it was our previous life in the dream?”

Song Miaomiao didn’t know whether to answer yes or no. What he saw in his dreams was indeed linked to the previous world/ previous life.

Yi Qing then shook his head self-consciously. “But I don’t want that to be our previous life. I remember before the disaster relief… I had a dream. In the dream, in a hall, you fell in a pool of blood, and I hugged you, crying hoarsely. Wife, I was really afraid of losing you.”

Before disaster relief? Wasn’t that just before the quarrel? No wonder Yi Qing was so agitated and unstable at that time.

“I’m sorry,” Song Miaomiao said guiltily.

Yi Qing said, “I’m sorry.”

Song Miaomiao said, “The day you left, I regretted arguing with you. I have nothing to do with Mr. Ling. As for me saying his name in my sleep…it was a misunderstanding.”

Yi Qing said, “I shouldn’t be easily affected by other people’s gossip. I was wrong. Forgive me, okay?”

Song Miaomiao said, “Then let’s forget about this, shall we? I’ll put all my heart on you.”

“Me too.”

Song Miaomiao took the time to feed the food, and the two chatted a lot.

Two months later, Yi Qing’s body was finally healed, and the wounds left on the battlefield finally all scabbed off. They let go of their defenses and started to play around, living peacefully and happily, year after year.

Just when Song Miaomiao thought that System Oppa had forgotten her, his mechatronic male voice sounded again.