He sat on the ground, tears in his eyes and voice trembling. “My king, you won’t let me on the bed. What if during the night you get cold, thirsty, hungry, or want to turn over… What then?” Mobei-Jun lifted an eyebrow. “Easily seen to.” So, he ordered Shang Qinghua to find a length of cord. One end was tied to his finger, while the other was tied to Shang Qinghua’s… Finger? In your dreams. It was tied to his neck, nothing more.
