Am I not wearing a dragon robe and sitting on a terrifyingly big bed? There were a bunch of people kneeling around me, men and women, all calling me "Your Majesty"...
That bed is made of golden nanmu, right? There is a carved dragon, and the dragon's eyes look like they are alive. The surrounding palaces were incredibly tall, with dragons coiled on their pillars. The air does not smell of disinfectant, but of a very high-end spice.
There was also a little eunuch in ancient clothes, carefully holding a bowl of dark medicine, kneeling beside the bed, and said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, it's time to drink the medicine..."
Your Majesty? Are you calling me?
My name is Xu Lin, not your Majesty.
But that feeling was so real, so real that he could still recall the weight of that dragon robe, and the cold touch when his fingers touched the carved dragon on the edge of the bed.
That's not a dream.
