Emperor Ali of Han, enchanted by Dong Xian, granted him power and a palace. One night, with pressing matters, Ai whispered, "Dong, my love, I must rise." Dong, half-asleep, mumbled, "Mmm, my lord."

Rather than disturb him, Ali gently cut his robe's sleeve. Dong woke later, noticing the gesture. "Why the sleeve?" he questioned.

Ali smiled, "I couldn't bear to wake you."