"Ah!"
Inside the Imperial Palace in the capital, the emperor jolted awake from a dream.
"Quick, quick, move me somewhere else to sleep!"
In the middle of the night, the eunuchs, palace maids, and imperial concubines immediately scrambled into action.
"Not so many people!"
"No lamps! No noise! Whoever makes a sound, drag them out and beat them!"
The emperor's voice was furious.
Everyone was silent with fear.
They could only put out the lamps and fumble about in the darkness, making things unbearably difficult.
Ever since the assassination attempt, the emperor had developed this habit. He would wake up after less than an hour of sleep, then have to change places before sleeping again.
This tormented those around him.
After much fuss, the emperor settled down in another bedchamber.
But dawn was nearly breaking again.
He slept less than two hours every night.
The emperor was visibly aging by the day. Though not yet thirty, he looked like a man in his forties or fifties, with graying temples and thinning hair.
After barely managing to fall asleep, the emperor entered the Hero Network in his dreams once more.
But this time, the Hero Network was no longer a treasure that let him see the secrets of his ministers and the Truth of the realm. It was a rope wrapped tightly around him, ready to suffocate him at any moment!
He cowered in a corner of the Imperial Palace, even disguising himself as a eunuch...
Just then, someone suddenly shouted, "Look, Heavenly Hound Devouring the Sun!"
What a joke. It's the middle of the night. How could there be a Heavenly Hound Devouring the Sun? Devouring the moon would make more sense, the emperor thought disdainfully.
Yet curiosity still drove him to peer through a crack in the paper window.