The morning sun bathed the Cold Palace Sword Mansion in its brilliant glow, making the snow-covered estate shimmer and gleam.
Pei Yuhang stood dazed in the kitchen for nearly half an hour, clutching a scorched clay pot.
Spirit Rice Grains were scattered haphazardly across the stove, and by the cutting board lay a few carrots and apples that had been meticulously carved with Sword Qi.
Last night, upon discovering that Pei Yuhang had a wet dream in which she was not the leading lady, his Dao Companion, Ye Liyuan, had flown into a rage and kicked him out of bed.
Pei Yuhang couldn't believe it. Just moments before, his Dao Companion had been as gentle as water, comforting him after he'd woken from a nightmare. It should have been a good omen, a chance to deepen their bond.
But instead, due to his own carelessness, he had broken Liyuan's heart.
"Damn it! Why... Why did I have a wet dream?!"
