Star Year 372, the empire's central starship "Ling Xiao Temple" was suspended in the core star field of the Orion spiral arm. The silver-gray hull reflected the cold light of the star, like a dormant metal beast. In the Yeting Palace deep inside the ship, the air was filled with a faint soothing fragrance, mixed with the slightly fishy smell unique to interstellar dust. Pei Zheng was curled up on a soft couch covered with a thermostatic velvet blanket, his brows slightly furrowed, and his breathing was so even that he could hardly hear it.
"Sir, it's time to get up! I'm going to see Her Majesty the Empress at 3:30. If it's any later, it'll be too late!" The chamberlain officer Xiao Luzi's voice was a bit anxious, but he deliberately lowered his voice for fear of disturbing the "shadow male favorite" who had just been sent from the Pei family. He stretched out his hand and gently pushed Pei Zheng's shoulder. His hand felt warm, but the other party didn't move at all. He only let out a sigh of satisfaction, turned over and continued to sleep soundly.
Xiao Luzi was so anxious that he stamped his feet, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. Who doesn't know that Lord Pei Zheng is a natural sleep god? Yesterday when I was sent from Pei's Main Star, I was asleep all the way. When I got off the ship, I was half-supported and half-carried by two guards. But no matter how much I can sleep, I can't delay meeting the empress! The laws of the empire are strict, and delaying an audience can result in whipping or banishment to the Bitter Cold Star. This little chamberlain like him cannot afford it.
"Sir! Your Majesty!" Xiao Luzi raised his voice and reached out to shake Pei Zheng's arm, "Your Majesty is waiting at the Qinzheng Hall. If you don't do this, something big will happen!"
