The nightmare he just had was too horrifying - the sensation of falling into a bottomless abyss was even worse than being stabbed ten thousand times with a knife.
It was just a nightmare. He was the supreme Emperor, not some timid mouse. How could he have gotten so frightened?
He despised himself.
"Your Majesty, have some tea." After putting down the oil lamp, Wei Gonggong brought over a cup of cold tea to calm him.
The emperor drank it all in one go, but he didn't feel much better.
"I can't sleep. Bring me some documents to read."
Wei Gonggong couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he brought over the papers from the imperial study.
But the Emperor was too distressed to settle down. The fear from his nightmare was like maggots eating into his bones, impossible to shake off from within him.
The Emperor, in his bothered state, put down the documents and said, "I'm going for a walk, no need for them to follow."
"Yes."