"The king is awake!"
Lu Bei closed his eyes, then opened them again. The scenery before him had changed completely.
The jeweled curtains swayed, pearl blinds were rolled high, auspicious mist curled from a golden censer, and the fragrance of sandalwood and musk hung thick in the air. A palace maid stood to one side holding a Treasure Fan. The household was clearly filthy rich—the sort of luxury that showed no humanity whatsoever.
"An unfamiliar ceiling."
Lu Bei's head buzzed, and, as usual, he came out with that line.
His body felt as heavy as a thousand jun, his magic power was completely gone, and he lay weakly on a large bed beneath a single blanket embroidered with a Colored Phoenix Facing the Big Dipper. It smelled wonderfully fragrant.
"Great King~~~"
That coquettish voice came again. Lu Bei found it vaguely familiar, as though he had heard it somewhere before. He turned his head and saw an unparalleled beauty capable of toppling a kingdom.
Her beautiful eyes brimmed with shifting light, her long brows swept into her temples, and her charming dark eyes tugged at the heartstrings. Her black hair was coiled up, and she wore a red silk dress. Noble and otherworldly, she was so beautiful that no one would dare look directly at her.
!
"Great King, you're finally awake."
Tears glimmered in the beauty's eyes. She breathed as sweetly as orchids and, as she spoke, reached out a tender hand to clasp Lu Bei's large hand tightly.
When she bent over, her already low neckline suddenly opened wide like a convenient gate. A snowy, ample curve appeared in a single line, making even heroes lose their nerve and causing delicate flowers to pale.
"Wait, wait. We can talk this out. Don't get handsy."
Lu Bei's eyelids twitched