Xuě Hén's eyes flew open; his hand clamped on my throat. I countered, pushing him onto the bed, straddling him. Yesterday's events—passing Bai Meng, the sudden sleep—echoed Chapter 23 of "Rose Bloom in Winter." His voice, cold and strained, accused, "How dare you? Sleeping with an imperial member?" Forced marriage and ruined reputations loomed, especially given we were both men. I needed a plan, and fast.
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