In a room at Yuebin Building, Prince Ming suddenly woke up from his drunken stupor. He opened his eyes and moved his body, only to find himself face down on the table.
He had actually fallen asleep like this?
The sky outside had already darkened, and the beauty in the room was gone.
He stood up with a start, but because his legs were numb, he fell down with a thud.
The imperial guards outside heard the commotion inside and swiftly entered the room.
"Prince!"
The group saluted in unison.
The leader stepped forward to help Prince Ming up.
Prince Ming felt miserable from the fall, and his head throbbed painfully.
"What happened to me?" he asked, clutching his forehead and nearly bursting with pain.
The imperial guards helped him back onto the stool.
"No, no, my rear end hurts." After sitting on a wooden stool all afternoon, even an iron butt would suffer, let alone him who did not have one.
