A rustling noise of something like silk reached my ears, making me feel unbearably itchy. It sounded like some people were purposely speaking in whispers in a great hall.
"Where is the emperor?"
"He went to court."
"Amitabha[1], he's been absent for three days, and now he's finally going. That's right...has the person inside awakened yet? Can I take a look? I heard this Master has an impressive background. The emperor's been by her side since the first day she arrived."
"Speak softer."
"Why should I, isn't she dead asleep? Even the imperial physician said it's not likely she'll wake up again." The voice drew closer and closer as it spoke. There was the sound of someone lifting a sleeve and drawing aside what sounded like cloth. Though my eyes were closed, I could still feel my surroundings grow brighter, and a soft breeze blow in...the air grew fresh and unhindered.
It felt like coming back from the dead...though my hands felt weak as ever.
Where was I...?
"I told you not to move the curtain, she's very delicate and fragile...don't give her a chill. There were a lot of imperial physicians executed recently. If you act without any propriety, be careful it's not our heads that roll next time."
There was a pained cry as someone dragged the figure away by his ear while he pleaded for mercy. Abruptly, the light dimmed into the dreary atmosphere of the dead.
No, I don't want this...
Don't...don't take away my light. My heart wailed mournfully as my hand reached towards the silk curtains, twisting them aside as I straightened up.
I opened my eyes.
Subconsciously, I craned my head and felt at the offensive material of the curtain. A ray of light pierced through to shine on my fingers, lifeless and pallid to an offensive point.
It suddenly became quiet outside.
Those two people seemed thoroughly frightened, trembling as they watched me shaking to open the bed curtains. After being used to the dark for so long, this sudden light was unbearable and I squinted for quite a while, my mind buzzing until I recovered. I gave them a gentle smile. The two exchanged glances with ashen faces before prostrating themselves on the ground. With their identical ash blue robes and , they were probably young eunuchs.
"We've disturbed Master's peace and quiet, please punish us, Master." the steadier of the two eunuchs spoke as he knocked their head repeatedly against the ground.
Just hearing this sound was insufferable. Did he think his head was cast from copper? I clicked my tongue, looking away when I saw a hint of red. What peace and quiet? Pah, I'm not dead yet.
"You're making my eyes hurt moving up and down like that, so get up." I waved my hand and tried to rise, but felt strange when my hands touched the bedding. The material was exquisite, thick and soft. It was embroidered with beautiful clouds and dragons, but I didn't recall it being so tasteful. In my house...
Huh? How come I couldn't remember a thing?
I blinked a few times, staring at the equally curious pair of eunuchs, and asked them, "Where am I?"
"To reply Master, this is his majesty's sleeping chambers."
Oh...
His majesty.
The emperor's sleeping chambers, then.
What?!
My breath caught, and I wanted to get off the bed that instant, but my body was simply too weak. I paused to rest for a while before setting my toes on the floor, but it felt like I was standing on cotton. Before I could steady myself on my feet, my body swayed, and someone came to support me.
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Falling Dreams of Fang Hua ✔
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