Zhao Han said no more. He obediently took off his clothes, revealing a somewhat thin, fair-skinned upper body.
The jade pendant hanging around his neck was exposed.
It was the same black Cloud Pattern Jade Pendant Zhao Han had held in his hand when he entered the dream, taken from an ancient ruin by an elder of the Yun family.
Once Zhao Han had stripped, a glint flashed in Yun Ling'er's eyes. She stared fixedly at the pendant.
"This pendant... where did you get it?" Yun Ling'er asked softly, reaching out to lift it.
A thousand thoughts raced through Zhao Han's mind. The dream really is connected to the pendant.
This pendant and the Yun Ling'er before him had to be the culprits behind the nightmare that had trapped him.
Zhao Han improvised, spouting nonsense without hesitation. "Th-this is a family heirloom, passed down through my family!"
"A family heirloom..." Yun Ling'er murmured several times, her expression growing strange. Her eyes lost focus, and she clutched the pendant without letting go.
After a moment, Yun Ling'er finally came back to her senses.
She waved at the Four Guards of Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning. "You four, leave for now. There's no need to come back tonight!"
The Four Guards of Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning exchanged glances, unable to believe what they had heard.
Usually, the Empress couldn't go a single night without their attentive care, but today she was telling them to leave and not return for the entire night.
Had the Empress suddenly changed her ways? Was she planning to spend the night with this little eunuch, this nobody?
"What, you won't obey my orders?" Seeing that they hadn't moved, the Empress snapped. A powerful pressure bore down on all four of them.
Bang!
The immense aura forced