"The king has awakened!"
Lu Bei closed his eyes and then opened them again. The scenery before him had changed drastically in an instant.
The treasured tent was spinning, the pearl curtains were rolled up high, the golden furnace emitted a gentle haze, and the heavy sandalwood musk lingered. Palace maids holding jeweled fans stood to one side, clearly from a very wealthy family. It was over-the-top, lacking humanity.
"A strange ceiling."
Lu Bei's head buzzed, and he habitually murmured this line.
His body felt as heavy as a thousand catties, devoid of magic power, lying limply on a large bed covered with a single quilt featuring colorful phoenixes facing the sun, the fragrant kind.
"My king~~~"
A soft and delicate voice came again. Lu Bei felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he had heard it somewhere before. He turned his head to see a beauty of devastating allure.
