In the neighboring courtyard, two maids supported Feng Ying as she sat on the bed, wiping the sweat from her brow.
Seeing the Chen Family approach, Feng Ying called out, "Mother," her eyes brimming with tears.
"Aying had another nightmare."
The Chen Family sat down, tenderly taking her hand with concern.
"Tell Mother, what did you dream about?"
"I dreamt about sister..." Feng Ying's eyes fell, "Sister was stabbing me with a curved knife, saying I stole her Zicheng brother, and that she wanted to cut my flesh, slice by slice, to feed her cat, Mother, Sister... she really dares..."
"Dreams are the opposite of reality."
The Chen Family comforted her daughter softly, "She has ruined her reputation by giving herself to the enemy. From now on, she cannot compete with Aying anymore. Aying has her mother, her uncle, and even your eldest uncle on your side... Whatever Aying wants, you will have, you should have."
Feng Ying looked up, "Will brother Zicheng marry me?"