I could feel him looking at me, his eyes like a knife, sweeping across my body inch by inch.
Then I heard him chuckle.
The laughter was very soft, but it made the hairs on my back stand up.
"Pretending to be faint?"
I didn't move.
"I want to see who gave you the courage."
When he said this, there was a hint of playfulness in his voice, and there was no anger that an emperor should have. I lay on the ground, my mind racing - did he recognize me? No? The effect of Mizongxiang is still there, so he probably can't see my face clearly.
But that laugh...
Why is he smiling like that?
Footsteps sounded.
He got out of bed.
I closed my eyes and heard the sound of his bare feet stepping on the wooden board, step by step, slowly, as if he was teasing a small animal.
The footsteps stopped beside me.
I hold my breath.
He squatted down.
