After I Was Forced into the Palace, the Crown Prince Clung to Me

When Shen Nian'an was three, an imperial edict plucked her from her parents' arms and brought her into the palace.

The reason: The crown prince was plagued by nightmares every night. A venerable monk had read his fate and declared that only having this girl, whose destiny was special, constantly by his side could keep them at bay.

From then on, little Shen Nian'an had to eat, live, and sleep in the same bed as the crown prince, who was five years older than her.

The three-year-old protested, “I want to go home to my parents!”

The eight-year-old crown prince replied without expression, “You can't leave. I'll have nightmares.”

Later

At thirteen, she wanted to move out.

The eighteen-year-old crown prince clutched her sleeve. “The nightmares are back. I can't sleep without you.”

Later still

At fifteen, another boy complimented her looks.

That very night, the twenty-year-old crown prince came down with a high fever. He weakly held her hand. “Niannian, I think I'm getting sicker... I'll only get better if you're by my side.”

Everyone felt sorry for the frail, pitiful crown prince.

Only his personal eunuch knew

His Highness had recovered from his illness three years ago.

Those supposed nightmares, splitting headaches, and chills all over...

WERE! ALL! FAKE!

The eunuch lit a lantern through his tears. “Your Highness, you deserve an award for your acting.”

The crown prince leisurely turned a page of his military strategy book, the corners of his lips lifting. “She moved farther toward the edge of the bed again tonight. Go make the bed curtains narrower.”

The eunuch: “...”