My Princess Holds Superpowers
Chapter 529: Things of 529 Lucky Star

Chapter 529: Things of 529 Lucky Star

"Startled soul?" Prince Jing fell into contemplation again, "Is there any basis for this?"

"There is. An unofficial history records a person who lived through several decades in a dream, yet in reality only fell into a coma for a few days. Moreover, upon waking up, they used their knowledge of the future to build a fortune..." The Imperial Physician was deeply frightened because the credibility of such unofficial histories could be both trusted and doubted, no one knew if they were true or false.

"Are you saying that the Princess Consort might be living in a dream right now, which is why she cannot awake?" Prince Jing inquired.

"The subordinate is merely speculating, but I cannot rule out this possibility." Seeing that Prince Jing did not get angry, and instead seemed to calm down, the physician’s courage gradually grew.

"If that’s the case, is there any way to wake her?" asked Prince Jing.

"Master Ling Yuan of Huguo Temple has just recently ended his retreat. This matter, I’m afraid he’s more adept at it." He was just an Imperial Physician, when it came to the mystical, he truly did not understand.

Besides, the stories from those unofficial histories might not be reliable. The reason he could bring up such a thing was that the people from the Imperial Medical Bureau were truly at a loss regarding the Princess Consort’s condition.

"Alright, you may leave." Prince Jing waved his hand.

After the Imperial Physician had left, Prince Jing sank into deep thought.

Startled soul?

A dream of ten years?

This really wasn’t outside the realm of possibility.

In these past few days, although the Princess Consort had been in a coma, she had been constantly muttering some strange words. He wanted to listen but could not understand what exactly she was saying!

However, the Princess Consort seemed to have mentioned something about that Lady Mo, and when she did, she was gritting her teeth in anger.

Could it be that Lady Mo had done something to the Princess Consort in her dream?

As Prince Jing pondered, he walked into the room. The Princess Consort was still lying in bed, restless, occasionally murmuring a few words, and her expression kept changing, as if, at this moment, her soul was truly living in another world.

And her body, was still expressing a myriad of emotions.

Master Ling Yuan of Huguo Temple...

Master Ling Yuan was a high monk, who had also predicted that the child in the Princess Consort’s womb was a Lucky Star, greatly beneficial for Dongyue. With the birth of this child, Dongyue could be assured of prosperity and wealthy citizens, free from suffering, for at least a few hundred years.

However, this matter was of great importance, and to prevent the unborn child of the Princess Consort from being coveted by others, only the Emperor, himself, and the Crown Prince were aware of it.

They had also agreed to spread the news after the child’s birth, to bolster the national prestige of Dongyue Country.

Other than that, even during the Princess Consort’s pregnancy, they dared not give her special treatment, for fear that any careless word might leak out, giving others an opportunity to exploit.

When Zhouzhou was born, he did indeed bring fortune to Dongyue.

That night, a heavy rain fell, moistening the drought-stricken land of Dongyue for the first time in two years, and finally, the drought was over.

But after that, he could not see any signs of good fortune on the child.

It has always been the case that those born with great fortunes, if not outstanding in every aspect, should at least be average.

Yet Zhouzhou’s talents, had he been in an ordinary civilian family, might not have seemed so bad, but among the many royals with superior qualities, he appeared even more dull and slow-witted.

Later, Master Yuan Ling also saw Zhouzhou twice, but each time he remained silent, without giving any commentary.

At the same time, concerning the matter of Zhouzhou being the Dongyue Lucky Star, he completely ceased to mention it.

Only the imperial edict that named the Princely Heir that year led many to believe that Zhouzhou, upon his birth, had exhausted all the good fortune for the masses, which was why he became increasingly dull-witted.

Speaking of which, Master Yuan Ling had been in retreat for several years. He had just emerged from his retreat a couple of days ago. It was uncertain whether they could persuade him to come.