"Do you think we're in trouble?" Anji blew bubbles into the bath water. Mingshen and Yihao were sitting in the overflowing tub with her. They used to fit nicely in a large tub when they were younger, but now, Yihao alone takes up half the space.
Thankfully, her complexion was better. Due to gender differences, they decided to soak in the tub with their inner clothes on and recuperate together.
The warm bath steamed softly as the room cooled. Without Yihao's extreme yang energy, the autumn chill slowly returned. Yet, the siblings maintained the toasty atmosphere, feeling half asleep in the tub. All three Solid Core cultivators mulled over the scolding they might get later.
"Let's not think about that yet," Mingshen spoke up, the true voice of reason. "Noble Consort Liu already told us to coordinate our story. It means she would not be telling the imperial Majesties the real reason for your collapse. You can tell us everything later in private."
