There was a light and sweet scent of ambergris in his nose, and warm, comfortable soft bedding beneath his body. The man, who was in a long but sweet dream, seemed to be aware of the familiarity of his surroundings. He raised his hand subconsciously, and turned to the left to hug, but he did not touch the young man with cool skin in his memory as he wished.
His nimble hands and feet seemed to be restrained by something, and the strength in his body seemed to be drained by something. The subconscious alertness made Zhao Chong abandon the tempting dream without hesitation and suddenly opened his eyes.
"The Emperor's Uncle Has Woke Up" What caught the eye was a finely embroidered golden dragon pattern. A young man wearing a jade crown was leaning against the head of the bed holding a memorial, his expression as peaceful as ever.
His limbs were fastened to the four corners of the dragon bed with thin silver-plated black iron chains. Although the chains were long enough and a circle of soft cloth was considerately placed where the wrists and ankles met, it could not change the fact that the man was currently imprisoned.
It was more excessive than what he had done, but not as cruel as he had imagined. Zhao Chong regained his senses and blinked at the other person's delicate profile. "Your Majesty really has a good method."
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