The Emperor sat beside her, patting her to sleep as if soothing a child.
"Sleep!" He said.
Jing Yiren nodded with a faint smile, and slowly closed her eyes.
Strangely enough, The Emperor seemed more and more like the man from her dreams, treating her so well.
When it was time to sleep, he would gently pat her until she fell asleep.
However, Jing Yiren just could not sleep.
Unable to sleep, she started to daydream, and she found herself asking him without thinking.
"How many women do you have in your harem?"
The Emperor continued to pat her sleepily, his voice indifferent, "Ancient emperors always had three thousand beauties in their harem!"
After a deep sigh, the Emperor didn't seem too pleased about this.
"Three thousand women?" Jing Yiren, wide-eyed in surprise, held up three fingers, calculating.
"So, if you were to sleep with one a day, it would take three years to sleep with them all? By the end, wouldn't you forget the first ones?"
