White Fence Dream

Chapter 203 Existence
Because you are mediocre in qualifications.

These words rang in Zhang Ze's ears like a thunderclap.

Average qualifications?

How could he have mediocre qualifications!
He was smart since he was young. At a young age, he ran errands for the generals in the barracks, which earned him food and drink.

His father's leg was broken by a nobleman's horse. Everyone asked him to ask the nobleman for money, enough money to provide his family with food and clothing, but he didn't ask for money. He didn't want money. He wanted the nobleman to give him a future.

Sure enough, he jumped to the capital.

The capital city! Under the feet of the emperor! This was an opportunity that he could not obtain no matter how much money he had!
He came to the capital, and although he had no power or influence, he did not become a speck of dust in the capital. He was promoted step by step, and was reused step by step, until now he has become a famous and feared dignitary.

The powerful and wealthy tremble in fear in front of him!

How can a person with mediocre talent, no achievements and stupidity achieve this?
Zhang Ze sneered and stood up without any support: "In your eyes, people like me are just mediocre. No wonder you ended up like this."

She regarded people like him as mediocre in qualifications and had such a vision. He surrounded himself with a motley crowd and he deserved to be knocked down by her push.

The man in front of him was not angry, but smiling: "To put it bluntly, you are still anxious. How can I use your qualifications? If you are my man, you won't hear a single nice word."

She was still laughing at him! Zhang Ze was not ashamed or angry, he didn't care anymore, because she was not worthy!
It wasn't her who had misjudged him all these years, it was him who had misjudged her. He overestimated her!

"Your ability to get to where you are today has nothing to do with your qualifications. What you did is something that anyone can do." The man in front of him continued, "All you have to do is indulge in your own evil."

What nonsense! Zhang Ze sneered.

"Besides," she raised an eyebrow, "I don't feel defeated."

Haha, Zhang Ze sneered, he was broken into a pool of meat but still refused to admit defeat, he couldn't be deader.

"Does death mean failure?" She smiled and looked at Zhang Ze, "But I am still here."

What is still there? Appearing in front of him? This is just an illusion! Zhang Ze gritted his teeth. If he was not controlled by the illusion, he would immediately draw the knife from his waist and chop the person in front of him into a pool of meat paste, instead of watching... this person who was created by illusion, who knows what kind of disgusting thing is behind it, humiliating and mocking him with the face of Queen Jiang.

He was actually bewitched and asked her a question.

And he was embarrassed by her answer.

Zhang Ze's face turned red and white, anger surging in his heart. He was conscious and determined, and he wanted to tear this illusion apart.

The person in front of me seemed to be shaking, but there was still a smile on her face.

"Of course I'm still here. If I wasn't here, how could you be reused? Isn't it because everyone can see me?"

How could he be reused? It was because the emperor was afraid of Empress Jiang, and everyone was afraid of her. Even though Empress Jiang was dead, they still felt that she was everywhere, so they were eager to eliminate her traces.

Zhang Ze clenched his hands.

"If I wasn't here, how could Bai Ying reach her current position? Hasn't she been watching me all along?"

Bai Ying, a woman of humble origin, was blessed to be the emperor's concubine. She should be content with this like all other concubines...

Zhang Ze looked in front of him and saw the flickering lights. He seemed to be standing by the Taiye Lake and saw the crying concubine.

"I am unwilling to live like this. I can only be a concubine and wait for your majesty's mercy."

"Besides waiting for His Majesty's mercy, we can also ask for other things, just like Empress Jiang did."

"Why can't I be like Empress Jiang?"

Zhang Ze gritted his teeth, but still heard his own voice asking: "That depends on whether you are willing to give it up. If you are willing to give it up..."

"If she is willing, you are willing to help her." The woman with the face of Queen Jiang next to him took over his words, "So you want to create another me because you saw me?"

Since Queen Chiang didn't need him, he created one for himself.

He wanted to let Queen Jiang see how blind she was and how she missed out on such a great man!
Zhang Ze let out a roar, raised his hand and hit the person next to him hard.

The figure disappeared, he stumbled, and a pair of feet stood in front of him.

"Everyone sees me, remembers me, and misses me. Even the queen was calling me before she died. How could I die?"

"Not only will I not die, I will come back to life."

"so--"

As he said this, a hand reached out and pressed his neck.

His body suddenly tensed up. No one had ever touched his neck like this. When he knelt down to serve as a horse stool for the general in the barracks, the general could only step on his back. When he assigned him to work, he would lift him by the shoulders and throw him out. But no one had ever touched his neck, and he didn't allow anyone to touch it.

Not to mention being touched by a woman.

This woman's hand is soft and slender. Is this the hand of Empress Jiang?
Zhang Ze’s body was trembling. He wanted to shake it off, he wanted to stand up, so that he would not be confused and distracted by this illusion!
But the next moment, the weak woman's hand suddenly grabbed him and threw him hard.

Zhang Ze fell to the ground as the world spun around him.

It turns out that women's hands can be so powerful.

At that moment, he didn't think at all that anything was possible in the illusion.

"Zhang Ze, I'm not dead yet, and I won't die." The woman in the green cloth skirt stood in front of him, and the voice fell from above, and at the same time the cry of a baby was heard.

baby?

Zhang Ze was lying on the ground, looking up, and saw that the palace maid had a swaddling cloth in her hands. She was holding it with one hand and patting it gently with the other.

She didn't look at him, but looked at the child in her arms tenderly.

"I want this child." She said, "I won't interfere with you giving Bai Ying a replacement child, and you don't care if I take this child away."

As she spoke, she lifted the child in her arms and looked at him with a smile.

"Otherwise, I will let you listen to the sound of the Emperor Bell, and I will also let Xuan Yangzi come to see what you have done."

After she said that, she suddenly threw the child in her arms to the ground.

Zhang Ze subconsciously raised his hands to cover his face.

I don’t know if he was afraid that the child would hit him in the face or if he didn’t want to see a child being killed.

There was no blood splattered on the body, nor was there the sound of the imperial bell, but there was the sound of light footsteps in the ears.

The footsteps are leaving.

Zhang Ze slowly raised his hand, he lay on the ground, watching the man slowly walk away.

She stopped again, holding the child in her arms, and looked back at him. She smiled, her smile as dazzling as sunlight. Zhang Ze let out a cry of pain and closed his eyes.

“…Zhongcheng, Zhongcheng…”

There were voices coming from all directions, from far to near, and at the same time, there were hands shaking his shoulders.

Zhang Ze shuddered and instinctively moved to the side, but he staggered. When he opened his eyes, his ears were buzzing and his vision was blurry.

Torches flickered all around.

The guards looked at him with horror.

Before Zhang Ze could say anything, the sorcerer beside him let out a hoarse shout.

"It's broken, it's broken." He said, holding up the intact incense in his hand, frantically, "It's broken, it's broken..."

The guards suddenly became even more terrified.

Zhang Ze was sober now and said in a hoarse voice, "Knock him out."

It was obvious that the warlock had been defeated in the illusion and was useless.

As he spoke, the guards knocked the sorcerer unconscious with a palm strike.

"What happened?" a soldier asked, "You, what were you going to say? Why didn't you say it?" Based on the brief things he was told earlier, he stuttered and asked, "Were you pulled into the illusion?"

This time, the warlock failed to stop it?

Zhang Ze did not answer Bingwei's words. So it stopped here. It just happened in the blink of an eye?
The night was almost over, and the torches and palace lanterns were also covered in a layer of dimness in the green light.

He looked ahead and saw that the wide palace road was empty.

What just happened was like a dream.

But it's not a dream.

So, is it true?

Zhang Ze clenched his hands at his side, then released them: "Nothing, no need to go to the palace gate, go back and guard Hanliang Palace."

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Walking out of the palace gate, the maid in green looked back. It was the darkest moment before dawn, and the brightly lit imperial city became dim, seeming far and near.

The palace maid's face was trembling slightly in the night, and one of her eyes seemed to be extremely sleepy and about to close, but she was struggling not to close it.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute." The voice in my ear shouted, "You can't do this. Lock me up after you're done—"