The hurried sound of the wind echoed outside the tent.
Cao Cao awoke from his sleep, perhaps due to his age or his persistent headaches.
His quality of sleep was deteriorating, and any slight disturbance outside would wake him.
Cao Cao wrapped himself in a blanket.
He lay alone on the bed, beneath him was the soft bear skin obtained from a hunt by his son Cao Zhang.
Inside the tent, it was very dark, though he could see the light outside.
The gentle light cast a tall silhouette against the tent.
Every time he saw Xu Chu's back standing guard at the door, Cao Cao's anxiety would ease.
Xu Chu had always been his most trusted general.
Yet, even with him around, Cao Cao had to keep a sword by his bedside when he slept.
Only by gripping the sword tightly could he feel at ease.
I enjoy killing in my dreams.
Cao Cao thought of the clumsy excuse he fabricated to avoid anyone attempting to assassinate him in his sleep.
