After Rebirth, My Wife Turned Out to Be Myself - Extra 4

A great dream, and upon waking, Xie Wan still couldn’t fully return to herself. The room before her was the Da Yue Emperor’s sleeping quarters, not Wanyi Palace, nor the Regent King’s Manor.

The sky was bright; she had likely slept for a long time again.

Sitting up, she gently rubbed her head, momentarily unable to distinguish which was real, the dream or here.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and light footsteps approached from afar.

“Your Majesty, are you awake? Even if court is suspended today, you’ve slept too long, it’s already late morning.”

Hearing this voice, Xie Wan’s lips curved slightly.

The person dressed in imperial yellow came to her bedside.

“Since you’re awake, why didn’t you wake me?”

Anyu sat down beside her, tilted her head, and smiled, “Seeing Your Majesty sleeping so soundly, did you have a good dream?”

Xie Wan lowered her eyes, revealing a faint smile, “You could say it was a good dream.”

She dreamed that Anyu actually appeared in her youth. The dream was too real, too clear, which was why she couldn’t wake up for a while. But now that she was awake, those vivid images had somewhat faded.

“I also had a good dream yesterday,” Anyu smiled, “But I woke up earlier than Your Majesty.”

“What dream?”

Anyu’s expression paused, but she smiled and said, “It’s a secret.”

Xie Wan: ?

“Your Majesty, get up. The weather outside is perfect. We agreed last night, today is a day off, you’re going out of the palace to play with me!”

Xie Wan’s eyes held a helpless smile as she made to get up, “Yes, I listen to the Empress.”

After saying that, she paused again.

Empress.

Yes, a few months ago, Anyu had already been officially made her Empress.

Anyu was her Empress.

This realization gave Xie Wan a strange… a strangely joyful sense of a wish fulfilled.

Suddenly, she reached out and took Anyu’s hand.

Anyu: ?

“Xie Anyu.”

“Hmm?” Anyu blinked.

“How could I… like you so much.” She softly spoke the words.

Unexpectedly hearing her say this so suddenly, the Empress’s face showed a hint of shyness, and she softly said, “My liking is no less than Your Majesty’s.”

“Good.”

Anyu: ? Good what?

“Your Majesty, hurry and get up, if we delay any longer, we’ll miss breakfast! And we have to go out of the palace!”

Xie Wan sighed and said, “Serving the Empress last night, I am tired today and slept a bit longer. The Empress shows no consideration for me.”

Anyu’s face turned red upon hearing this, but thinking that they had shared a bed for so long, her color quickly returned to normal. Staring at her beautiful-faced Majesty, she curved her lips and said, “In that case, from now on, I should be the one serving Your Majesty.”

Xie Wan glanced at her sideways, then suddenly smiled, “Oh? Alright. Call me ‘Jiejie’, and I will allow you to serve.”

Anyu’s hand trembled.

The word ‘Jiejie’ brought up many absurd images in her mind again.

Finally, the little general, red-faced to the root of her neck, muttered angrily, “Making yourself call yourself ‘Jiejie’, what kind of fetish is this, Your Majesty!”

By this time, the Emperor had already gotten up. Hearing this, she even paused her dressing motion, touched her nose, and said, “I like it.”

The little general puffed out her cheeks, pretending to be angry, but still reached out to tie her belt, “Your Majesty just relies on being a few years older than me…”

Xie Wan raised her hand, touched the soft flesh behind Anyu’s ear, and played with it, saying, “When you stop acting like a child in front of me, I can also call you ‘Jiejie’.”

She would call her… Anyu Jiejie… on the bed?

Xie Anyu turned completely red, but her eyes became even brighter. Staring at the still somewhat disheveled Emperor before her, the little general was a little tempted.

Although she always acted like a spoiled child in front of Her Majesty.

She was twenty this year.

Her love for this person only grew each year, never decreasing. Possessiveness was like wild grass, growing wildly with the spring breeze.

Little General Xie held the fingers on her ear and whispered, “If Your Majesty bullies me again, we won’t be leaving the palace today.”

Xie Wan smiled and kissed her face.

Suddenly, Xie Anyu grabbed her clothes.

Xie Wan: ?

“Will there ever be a day when I can call Your Majesty ‘Anyu’?”

Xie Wan didn’t expect her to say this, and suddenly froze.

“Yes, but… only on the bed.”

Anyu.

That name belonged to her former self, the somewhat lively, simple self.

The little general was truly greedy, wanting even this.

“I know.” Xie Anyu said solemnly.

She had never seen the carefree smile of Her Majesty when she was young. The ‘past’ Majesty in the dream truly made her heart ache. She was a soul then, unable to protect her.

So at least now, she would definitely protect this Majesty before her.

The planned outing was stopped at the palace gate by an urgent letter.

“Your Majesty, the Abbot of the National Temple passed away last night.” Hearing Zhou Ning say this, Xie Wan stopped her movement towards the carriage.

The Abbot… passed away.

The blurry images from Xie Wan’s dream made her pause involuntarily.

“Your Majesty, the monks from the National Temple sent a letter, saying it was left by the Abbot, for you to open.”

The letter was handed over, and Xie Wan took it, “Okay, I understand.”

Zhou Ning was quite curious about the letter’s content, as she had never heard of Her Majesty having any connection with the Abbot of the National Temple. However, Her Majesty clearly didn’t want to share this with them, turning around and getting into the carriage.

Zhou Ning sighed, watching them leave.

Today was a day off, she should go home too. Going back now, she should still make it for lunch.

Hopefully, Minister Li, who had a sudden urge to cook, hadn’t blown up the kitchen.

Thinking this, the usually stern Official Zhou showed a hint of a smile on her face, mounted her horse, and hurried towards her manor.

“The Abbot of the Da Yue National Temple passed away yesterday.”

Anyu paused, “Does Your Majesty have ties with that Abbot?” She had never heard of it.

Xie Wan’s eyes dimmed slightly, “Not really.” She bent her finger and unfolded the letter.

Anyu didn’t look at the letter, just lifted the carriage curtain and stared at the scenery outside.

The capital was getting livelier.

Just as she was about to turn back and share something with Her Majesty, she saw the person holding the letter was frozen, staring motionlessly at the letter in her hand.

“…Your Majesty?”

Called back by the voice, Xie Wan softly hummed in response.

“In the letter…”

Xie Wan refolded the letter, “Anyu, let’s postpone the outing. We’ll go to the National Temple.”

Anyu nodded, “Okay.”

“Your Majesty… what happened?”

Xie Wan shook her head, “Nothing. Just… the Abbot asked me for a favor.”

Anyu nodded, half understanding.

“Anyu, have you ever seen me before?” Xie Wan suddenly asked.

“?” Anyu looked at her blankly.

“The me from before… when I was Consort Wan in Wanyi Palace, around seventeen years old.” Xie Wan stared intently at her, not wanting to miss any emotion in her eyes.

Anyu’s pupils shrank as expected, “That was my dream, how could Your Majesty…”

Xie Wan’s fingers trembled slightly.

It was true.

She had seen her.

The blurry past in the dream wasn’t imagination.

Long, long ago, she had already met her Empress.

Xie Wan gripped the letter tightly in her hand.

——One whose soul is bound, lightly loses memory, past becomes smoke. Severely, goes mad, lives life in confusion.

The letter only used a few strokes to describe the soul-binding evil art.

——Exhausting my life’s merit, I have done my best to preserve Your Majesty’s memory. If there are omissions, I hope Your Majesty will forgive me. Fortunately, the Former Emperor was not mistaken, this prosperous era of Da Yue, this humble monk has seen, the Former Emperor has seen.

Emperor Ruiming, waking from a great dream, finally understood the Xie family’s loyalty.

Xie Wan, whose soul was hooked, could have acted recklessly using the Emperor’s body, but she didn’t. Even after such a tragic past life, she still chose to save Da Yue.

——This humble monk, on behalf of the common people of this land, thanks you for your great kindness.

“It is I… who should thank you,” Xie Wan thought to herself.

Coming back, she still felt the same.

She didn’t want to be Emperor, she wanted her Xie family safe, and the world peaceful.

And… to see her Empress again.

“Anyu.”

Xie Anyu was still in disarray over ‘how could Her Majesty know about my dream’, heard her call, and snapped back.

“I… have liked you since I was seventeen.” Holding her hand, Xie Wan’s smile became joyful, “So, Empress, you are my Empress.”

Anyu: !!

Xie Anyu, who could accept that the person she liked was a ghost reborn, clearly had no problem accepting this either.

“Before, Your Majesty clearly said you disliked me being yourself, disliked me being young.” She even reacted by complaining.

Xie Wan smiled, “I didn’t dislike… As for back then, I forgot.”

She guessed it was related to the soul-binding evil art. The Abbot tried to preserve all her memories but was powerless to make her lose a most precious period. However, it was okay.

She remembered now.

“So, the seventeen-year-old Your Majesty could actually accept liking herself, huh. That’s right, I accepted it very quickly.” Anyu snorted, “Turns out the stubborn one was only the twenty-something Your Majesty!”

Xie Wan touched her nose, accepting the Empress’s complaint sheepishly.

But it was good.

No matter the age, no matter how many times she came back, she would still fall for her Empress, only her.

“Although it’s really unbelievable,” Anyu leaned close, resting her head on Xie Wan’s shoulder, “But, it’s really great.”

Her Majesty, now, could smile.

Not a fake smile, but a free, joyful smile.

It was great.

On the way to the National Temple, Anyu asked about the Abbot, and Xie Wan told her everything, sharing the memories from the dream, including the soul-binding evil art.

“Without the Abbot and Chu Long’s help, I wouldn’t be here.”

Anyu was silent for a long time, then asked, “Then the favor the Abbot asked you for was…?”

Xie Wan remembered the last part of the letter, smiled gently, “The Abbot had a little disciple under two years old, originally planning to send her to be raised by someone else when she was older.”

Anyu paused.

To be adopted by the National Temple, under two years old… the child’s background was clear.

Probably abandoned and left at the temple gate. The Abbot took her in out of pity.

“That little disciple…”

“Is a girl.” So she couldn’t be raised in the temple. Xie Wan asked her, “Shall we raise her?”

“I, I’ve never been a mother…” Anyu stuttered, “But… yes, let’s raise her.”

Anyu thought the child must be very lovable. Otherwise, the Abbot wouldn’t have written such a letter to Her Majesty, wanting to give the child a blessing.

“Okay.”

The End