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In order to survive, I climbed into the dragon bed. The Emperor was not pleased, but he barely saved my life because of my skin. Every time he looked at me, he was always cold, and mockingly rebuked: "Stupid." I hung my head and kept quiet, remembering my status and never overstepping my bounds. How could a nobleman care about a lowly palace maid?