O Príncipe Sonha Comigo

Cheng Yun was awakened by a sharp slap.

He opened his eyes to see the dim yellow canopy above the bed. Stunned, he raised his hand to touch the side of his face that had just been struck.

The bedchamber was utterly silent; with his keen hearing, he could even discern the breathing of the night attendant eunuch.

He slowly sat up in bed.

His mind sluggishly replayed the recent scene.

That hand—white, pure, with slender knuckles, yet the fingertips bore clear calluses, as if from long use of some object.

A man’s hand…

Had slapped his face.

He looked around, momentarily dazed, doubting whether he had lost his honored position as Crown Prince.

But the entire bed canopy was draped in dark yellow, and the brocade covering him was embroidered with exquisite roaming dragons.

All symbols of the heir apparent.

He exhaled slowly, then laughed bitterly in anger.

This was truly outrageous.

Over these past days, he had tolerated everything; yet the demon in his dreams had taken liberties, from initially appearing with tearful, pitiful eyes to seduce him, bewitch him, and turn him into a fool filled with lewd thoughts, to now daring to slap him across the face!

He forced himself to calm down and said slowly, “Send someone.”

The eunuch who had been sleeping nearby was immediately awakened and hurried to the bedside. “Your Highness, what are your orders?”

Cheng Yun extended a hand from beneath the brocade, drew back the curtain, and said coldly, “Summon Lou Zhaozi.”

It was late autumn. A