The back of his head felt like someone had hit him hard with a hammer, and every heartbeat was accompanied by sharp pain. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to touch it, but found that his arm was as heavy as lead, and it was difficult to lift even an inch.
"The prince is awake! Call the doctor quickly!"
A high-pitched voice sounded in his ears, and Zhu Shangtian reluctantly opened his eyes. What came into view was the wooden top of the bed carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the dark red curtains were embroidered with complicated patterns with gold thread. This is not a hospital ward, let alone his bachelor apartment.
"Your Majesty?" Zhu Shangtian's throat was dry and his voice was hoarse, unlike his own.
"My lord, you are finally awake." A middle-aged man in a navy blue robe approached the bed with a flattering smile on his face. "You have been unconscious for three whole days, but you have made me very anxious."
Zhu Shangtian's vision gradually became clearer, and he noticed the furnishings in the room - huanghuali wood furniture, famous calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, a bronze incense burner in the corner, and green smoke rising. This is clearly the residence of ancient princes.
