As soon as the morning bell struck three times, Chu Chen was woken up by a basin of ice water.
"Is the young master still sleeping?" The sole of the steward Chu Huai's boot crushed his fingers, "The clan elders have been waiting for half an hour." The residual ice ballast on the edge of the basin scraped against the collarbone, like the sharp teeth of a monster gnawing at him. There was a sound of dry coughing outside the hospital, seventeen - he knew it was the pressure rhythm used by his second uncle.
