The wicked imperial concubine is courting death again; the comments section teaches her how to win w

Qi Yitang really had a nightmare.

Previously, I pieced together their ending from bits and pieces of comments—Xie Ling was pierced by several arrows while trying to save her, and his body was thrown into a mass grave, where wild dogs gnawed at his bones, leaving them scattered and broken.

As she looked at the words that floated by, her heart clenched as if pricked by a needle. The pain subsided afterward, but it didn't feel real.

But last night was different; Qi Yitang dreamed about it very clearly.

The scene in my dream was hazy and gray, as if covered with a layer of dust that could not be washed away.

The scene begins with a long corridor leading out of the palace, where she sees two guards dragging a person out from the depths of the passageway.

The man's clothes were tattered and covered in mud and bloodstains, and his hair was disheveled and covered his face, making it impossible to recognize him.

His two legs dragged limply on the ground, leaving a broken trail of blood on the bluestone slab.

Qi Yitang hadn't quite grasped the situation yet, but she instinctively moved closer, and then she saw that face clearly—

It's Xie Ling!

Qi Yitang's mind went blank for a moment. "Yanzhi?!"

Yan Zhi is the emperor, the Son of Heaven, how dare they... These two lackeys are simply outrageous!

She instinctively lunged forward, trying to reach out and help Xie Ling, pushing the two guards away, but her arm passed straight through their bodies, as if through a thin layer of mist, and she couldn't touch anything.

Qi Yitang was stunned.

Looking down at my hands, my fingers are transparent, and I can see the cracks between the bricks underneath.

The two guards dragged Xie Ling forward, chatting as they walked. "I wonder just how powerful Consort Qi is, that she could bewitch two men so much that in the end, His Majesty—oh, now we should call him Xie the Commoner—lost his empire and his life, but she's already become his brother's woman."

Another guard said, "A new emperor brings a new court. He brought this on himself; it has nothing to do with us."

"That's right, let's hurry up. The new emperor has ascended the throne, and there's still a lot to do."

Qi Yitang felt a chill run through her body. She knew where she was; she had transmigrated into the world of the original story!

Now...

Qi Yitang stood frozen in mid-air, watching helplessly as they dragged her beloved through the palace gates, across the Vermilion Bird Street she had walked countless times, and headed out of the city.

She followed behind, floating, running, screaming silently, but no one could hear her, no one could see her.

We've arrived at the mass grave.

It was a desolate, large pit, littered with stark white bones and rotting remains, the air thick with an unbearable stench of decay.

Flies buzzed and hovered, a dark mass of them.

The guards, clearly also finding it unlucky, threw the man to the ground at the foot of the slope and hurriedly left.

Amidst a pile of half-rotten remains, a fresh corpse suddenly appeared. Maggots, drawn by the smell of blood, wriggled wildly, while flies swarmed around it.

Immediately afterwards, one, two, three... hungry wild dogs peeked out from every corner of the mass grave, their eyes gleaming green, and gradually surrounded Xie Ling.

"don't want--"

Qi Yitang suddenly threw herself onto Xie Ling's corpse, trying to shield him from the stray dogs, shouting, "Don't come any closer! Get away from me, get away from me!"

But she was just a ghost, and nothing could stop her.

He could only watch as the stray dogs surged forward, their sharp teeth biting into Xie Ling's forearm, tearing off a piece of flesh; a second one approached his neck, greedily gnawing; and then a third, a fourth…

They tore, fought, and bit, the cracking of bones breaking and the gurgling of swallowing mingling together, echoing across the desolate hillside.

"That's not how it is...that's not how it is..."

Qi Yitang cried so hard that her voice was hoarse, and large tears rolled down her cheeks.

Xie Ling was a young emperor who fought his way out of the cold palace. He was brave, skilled in both literature and martial arts, and deserved to sit on the throne and be revered by all people. He should be remembered in history and praised by future generations.

He shouldn't have ended up like this...

Even after waking up, when Yunzhu and Yunying comforted her that dreams are often the opposite of reality, Qi Yitang still couldn't accept it.

She knew this was not a dream.

Without the comments, she would continue to be obsessed with Xie Jingyu, oppose the female lead, go down a dark path, and eventually drag Xie Ling into the abyss, and she herself would also meet a terrible end.

That wasn't a nightmare; it was the path she almost took.

Upon hearing this question, Xie Ling pondered for a moment, then kissed the top of her head. "If you cause my death... it's not Tangtang's fault, it's because I'm useless."

"what?"

All of Qi Yitang's panic, helplessness, and fear came to an abrupt end. Tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, but she was completely dazed.

[I just arrived and saw such outrageous, love-obsessed comments. Master, I understand now.]

Seriously, someone who can say something like that deserves to have died a villainous death in their past life.

[Never mind, the older man is awesome, the Dharma King is boundless!]

As the familiar handwriting with its pale golden glow floated by, Qi Yitang felt much more at ease.

Ironically, she used to find the constant barrage of comments annoying, as they seemed to be invading her privacy. But now, seeing them appear makes her feel at ease.

It was as if someone was watching over the thread of fate for her, preventing it from breaking silently.

"Yanzhi, did you even hear me...? I said, I dreamt that I killed you—you died!"

Xie Ling certainly heard it clearly.

If Qi Yitang's shallow schemes could kill him, then he was indeed useless.

—Of course, I don't mean to say she's stupid, just a little silly, but adorably silly.

Seeing that Xie Ling didn't seem to care, Qi Yitang pressed on, "What if someone threatened you with my life, demanding you exchange it for mine, and you agreed? In reality, it would mean we were conspiring to usurp your throne?"

[Damn, the female supporting character has finally figured it out.]

Xie Ling's smile faded. If that's the case... then it's not surprising.

Concern can cloud judgment, and when it comes to her safety, he wouldn't dare gamble even if there was the slightest chance.

However, Xie Ling's eyes darkened. "Is it Xie Jingyu?"

Qi Yitang was stunned. "What's wrong with you...?"

With such intelligence, how could the author not see through her schemes and tricks in the original work? Just how much did the author reduce Xie Ling's intelligence in order to make Xie Jingyu the male lead?

"Yanzhi, even though this is just a dream, you must be careful in the future—" Qi Yitang suddenly paused, "Wait, Xie Jingyu seems to be dead?"

It feels like she's lost her mind too. All the bad guys are dead, what is she still worried about?

Xie Ling pinched her cheek. "Tangtang, don't mention Xie Jingyu. I don't like hearing that name from your mouth."

"..." Is now the time to be jealous?