The Savior Says She's Having a Breakdown - Chapter 34
Chapter 34: Dream
Returning to her room, Feng Qingyu threw herself into the center of the large bed and pulled the quilt over her head, wishing she could just fall asleep. However, the complex look in Maggie’s eyes kept flashing in her mind, as did the pale face she saw when Maggie finally turned around—a face that unexpectedly made her feel a little… pitiful.
Shoving the quilt aside, Feng Qingyu sat up abruptly, starting to wonder if she had truly gone insane. How could she think a liar looked pitiful?
Yet, the more she thought this, the clearer those eyes and that face became in her mind. Feng Qingyu frantically ran her hands through her hair she had noticed that her hair seemed to be growing faster and faster since she arrived on Planet Alpha; it was now almost waist-length.
After rambling thoughts in circles, Feng Qingyu simply got out of bed, changed into her nightgown, and went to the washroom to freshen up.
Perhaps it was her imagination, but her features in the mirror seemed to be softening, and her skin appeared finer than before.
She reached up and pinched her face twice. The touch under her fingers was smooth and tender; she couldn’t even feel a single blemish could it be that her body had not only adapted to the alien environment but had also betrayed her consciousness and secretly fallen in love with this place?
Startled by this thought, Feng Qingyu rolled her eyes at her reflection and splashed a handful of cold water on her face to calm down.
She hadn’t used any skincare products since arriving here Feng Qingyu mused before falling asleep.
When Feng Qingyu opened her eyes again, she was standing in a vast expanse of white mist. Her first reaction was to check her body, and only after confirming that no limbs were missing did she begin to wonder: Where was this place?
Just as she was hesitating whether to wander around, she faintly heard voices talking in the distance. Disregarding her fear for the moment, Feng Qingyu walked toward the sound.
After walking about a hundred paces, the white mist gradually thinned. Feng Qingyu slowed her steps and carefully walked out of the misty area. What appeared before her was none other than the Royal Palace of Planet Alpha she had once visited!
Two maids were walking toward her, talking. Feng Qingyu instinctively wanted to hide, but she was currently standing in the corridor leading to Idith’s study, with nowhere to conceal herself, not even the large decorative vases common in TV dramas.
Just as she imagined countless possible scenarios, the two maids walked right past her as if they didn’t see her.
Recalling the films and TV shows she had watched, Feng Qingyu stared at her entirely non-transparent hands and thought: This doesn’t look like an out-of-body experience either…
“Mother…” A sobbing cry came from nearby, interrupting Feng Qingyu’s thoughts.
She saw Idith walking over from outside in full military uniform. As she came closer, Feng Qingyu noticed a little redhead trailing behind Idith.
The little girl was crying and running to keep up with Idith’s pace; the “Mother” must have been her call.
Idith’s daughter? So small? Intense curiosity made Feng Qingyu follow them.
Idith angrily pushed open the study door and walked straight in, sitting down on the sofa.
The little girl, still sniffling, used all her strength to close the wide-open door, then slowly shuffled to stand in front of Idith.
“Crying, all you do is cry!” Idith waved her arm, and a half-person-tall vase beside the sofa crashed to the floor with a “clang,” shattering into a heap of fragments. “You let the maids bully you, and you still have the nerve to cry!“
The little girl choked twice and instantly fell silent.
Feng Qingyu watched the scene from the side, thinking: No wonder Hana and the others were so nervous about me entering the palace back then. It seems I misjudged them and was being petty.
“Do you know your mistake?“
The little girl lowered her head and didn’t speak.
“Speak!“
“I… I know.” Her voice was still tearful.
“Where is your mistake?”
The little girl sniffled: “The mistake… the mistake is letting others bully me.”
“Who are the others?”
“The maids.”
“Who are you?”
“Mother’s daughter.”
The little girl looked to be only two or three years old, and her restrained crying tugged at Feng Qingyu’s heart. She felt a surge of maternal instinct, wanting to hold her and comfort her, but Idith’s next sentence stopped her impulse.
“You must remember, you are the heir to the throne of the Star Kingdom. You are not allowed to let anyone contradict you. The royal family’s honor must never be lost! You must ensure that when you say one, they do not dare to say two, understood? Maggie.”
Feng Qingyu didn’t hear what else Idith said. At that moment, only one thought dominated her mind: This soft and adorable little girl is Maggie?!
But in her daze, the scene suddenly changed. This time, it seemed to be someone’s bedroom, and the people in the room were still Idith and… a Maggie who looked a few years older.
The seven- or eight-year-old Maggie already showed hints of her current composure, with a straight face and an unsmiling demeanor: “Mother.”
Idith’s appearance was unchanged, as if time had paused for her, but this time she didn’t seem as enraged as before, though her expression was still serious: “Do you know why I have come to see you today?”
Maggie shook her head: “No.”
“You know Barbara’s physical condition. You are now the most hopeful candidate to inherit the throne of the Star Kingdom. What more are you dissatisfied with?” Idith said. “I heard you fought with Barbara at the training ground again yesterday?”
Maggie lowered her head and remained silent.
“How many times do I have to tell you before you remember!” Idith scoffed coldly. “Go, tell Linda to bring my whip!”
Maggie tried to speak several times but ultimately said nothing, only tightening her lips as she walked toward the door.
She opened the door, spoke a few words to the person standing outside, and waited there until the person outside returned and handed her something. Only then did she walk back to stand before Idith.
Feng Qingyu curiously leaned closer and saw that what Maggie was holding was a riding whip! Just like the one she saw in the childhood drama Romance in the Rain used to whip the female lead!
Idith snatched the whip from Maggie’s hand, stood up, cracked it twice, and said coldly: “Turn around.”
Hearing this, Maggie obediently turned her back.
Then, the finger-thick whip fell heavily, strike after strike, on those seemingly small and frail shoulders, back, buttocks, and legs…
Tears and sweat streamed down Maggie’s face, yet not a single muffled cry could be heard in the room, only the whistling sound of the whip rising and falling.
Feng Qingyu saw bl00d welling up from Maggie’s tightly bitten lower lip, trailing down the corner of her mouth against her ashen face. The sight filled her with terror.
Just as Feng Qingyu couldn’t bear to watch, the scene abruptly shifted again. This time, they were back in Idith’s study.
Maggie now looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, while Idith looked as if the God of Time had stopped for her, her appearance utterly unchanged. However, this time, there was one other person in the room besides the mother and daughter.
“This is Fiana. I have chosen her to be the captain of your security detail.”
“Mother, the captain of my security detail has already been chosen.”
Idith was very displeased by the rebuttal, narrowing her eyes: “Who is that person?”
“A very excellent guard.“
“Is that so—” Her deliberately drawn-out tone indicated her displeasure. Idith said, “Fiana, you go out first and call Linda in.”
Fiana nodded: “Yes, Your Majesty.”
Soon Linda came in. Idith said: “Go get my whip.”
Linda glanced at Maggie standing there, hesitated slightly, but still turned and left the room. She returned shortly with a whip.
Just as Feng Qingyu covered her eyes, unable to look, the ringtone of her communicator suddenly sounded.
Waking from the dream, Feng Qingyu found herself covered in cold sweat. In a daze, she lifted her wrist, saw the call was from Hena, and casually answered.
“Miss Feng Qingyu, good morning.”
“Morning.” Feng Qingyu rubbed her temples. Everything that happened in the dream felt a little too real.
“It’s already breakfast time, and you haven’t arrived at the dining room. The Princess asked me to check if you are feeling unwell. Should I call Mina to come and check on you?”
Hearing this, Feng Qingyu finally looked at the time: “It’s that late? I’m fine. Is there still food in the dining room? If so, I’ll clean up and head over now.”
The person on the other end said: “Yes, there is. Please don’t worry. The Princess has given instructions for the food to be kept warm for you in the kitchen at any time.”
Still reeling from the dream, Feng Qingyu was momentarily stunned by this remark. She managed only a soft acknowledgment before hanging up the communication.
After washing up, she randomly picked out a dress and changed into it. Only after leaving the room did Feng Qingyu realize she was wearing the “too ugly” dress that Maggie had specifically prepared for her when she went to see Idith before.
But since she had already walked this far, Feng Qingyu didn’t intend to go back and change.
When she arrived at the dining room, surprisingly, Hena, Mina, and Fiana were gone, but Maggie and Yuna were still sitting there. However, the plates in front of them were empty, clearly indicating they had finished eating which, by the time, should have been a long time ago.
Upon seeing the dress Feng Qingyu was wearing, Maggie’s expression visibly changed, but Feng Qingyu was preoccupied and didn’t notice.
The events of yesterday and the memories from the dream constantly intertwined in her mind, leaving Feng Qingyu feeling unsettled. She had no desire to speak to the two women, so she simply walked to her seat, sat down, and nodded to signal that breakfast could be served.
“We’ll talk after you finish eating,” Maggie said gently.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyu turned her face to look at her. That bloodless face instantly merged with the image of the little girl in the dream who was gritting her teeth and silently enduring the whip.
Moreover, she had dark circles under her eyes, like Hena and Mina after pulling all-nighters to read novels. After some hesitation, Feng Qingyu asked: “Did you… stay up late yesterday?”
“I didn’t sleep well,” Maggie shook her head, then, feeling that wasn’t enough, forced a smile and added, “You eat first. We’ll talk about other things later.”
Feng Qingyu nodded. Good, she also had some questions she wanted to ask her.
Picking up the custom-made chopsticks, Feng Qingyu began to eat. Although she was very late, the breakfast prepared exclusively for her was still warm. It seemed Hena hadn’t lied over the communicator—someone had truly instructed the kitchen to keep the food warm for her.
This feeling was like when she was on Earth: no matter how late she returned home, her mother would always serve a hot meal, warming her body and, even more so, her heart…