Yan JinLong always has this so-called 're-occurring dreams."
And in these dreams, he seems to be always looking for someone.
To who is that someone, he is not sure.
It all started when he was still small. Maybe he was just five or six years old living quite a simple life like any other children of the same age. The world isn't as complicated as how adult life works so you could assume that his dreams would be often filled with heroic adventures and whatnot.
This is a fact.
No matter how Yan JinLong becomes someone important in the future, he is still once a simple kid. However, amongst the worlds that he traveled and had seen, there is that scenario that he always stumbles upon.
It is an image of a young man standing under a large wisteria tree.
It was quite an ethereal sight.
A person wearing some light-colored clothes is seen to have his chin tilted up watching the blue, purple, and violet petals of the parasitic plant. His long black hair is pleated in a short braid pattern in the mid-section adorned with jade-colored pins and fine button-locks. A few petals had fallen on his hair creating an illusion of flowers budding right off his head.
The paleness of this person opposes the vivid colors of the tree's exterior, highlighting his existence more than it should be.
He does not know who the person is. The youth had its back on him so he wasn't able to see the person's face. However, he can feel a lingering emotion towards that person. It has been pulling him all over making his soul quiver and craved for a touch.
Yan JinLong wanted to come over.
But before he could address the person or even discern his appearance, the dream will always stop at the crucial moment. He will then find himself conscious, eyes blinking, and somehow will find the rims of his eyes wet from tears.
That scenario will be forgotten long after waking up that always makes him question what kind of a 'nightmare' made him cry.
The dream about that guy under the wisteria tree must have appeared in his dreams at least three times a week but a child with its small attention span will always forget the dream a few minutes after waking up.
After a year or so, the dream also stopped showing as though it never been a part of his dream life.
After that, a lot of things transpired. The young Yan JinLong grew up, joined the army of General Lin under the intention of claiming the crown right after his coming of age ceremony, going to battlefronts to defend his land and conquer a few neighboring lands.
He is ignorant and reckless, making titles and reputations from his achievements making him well-known in many countries.
Yan JinLong would have remained this life of being a warrior for a couple more years if not for the unforeseen news of his Father Emperor who died due to old age. As the crowned prince, Yan JinLong assumed the state of the emperor without any resistance. His contributions far exceeded the other candidates so there is no question for giving him the crown.
It as if he was born just to take the position made by the heavens.
It could be asserted that the country is already prospering under his Father Emperor's management. This is also true to the preceding Yan Emperors that are known for their good judgment of the country. However, the average living had become more flourishing after Yan JinLong took his place.
That is, if the people under the low-income margin could at least eat rice twice a day before, under Yan JinLong's regime, they could eat at least five times a day now. There are also fewer beggars on the streets. The remaining ones that keep on living around the slum areas would be those people who are lazy to pull some work or unregistered immigrants that had taken refuge in the safe city.
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