Next day, at dawn.
Behind the Ninth Mountain Colonel Hall, the residence of Chen Yuan.
Inside the house, a group of maids stood, waiting to serve Chen Yuan in his daily life. One maid fetched a neatly folded soft towel, moistened it with scented water until half dry, and handed it to Chen Yuan. He took it and wiped his face.
At this moment, another maid handed him warmed honey water, meant for rinsing his mouth. Beside her stood someone holding a spittoon, her gaze filled with respectful fear mixed with contradictory excitement.
Chen Yuan waved his hand, "There's no need for you to serve me with these tasks."
"You may leave."
"The General, now honored as a Marquis, cannot possibly go without attendants. The lord of the Internal Affairs Department repeatedly emphasized this early in the morning, so please allow the maids to serve you." The maids hurriedly knelt on one knee, clasped their hands on their stomach, looking pitiful.
