Qingzhu Hall.
Dawn broke on the second day.
Qi Muxue slowly awoke. Her thoughts immediately turned to the absurd events of the previous night, and she cast a reproachful glance at Lu Mingyuan, who was sleeping soundly beside her. She had always cultivated her virtue, often reading the Women's Law compiled by the Confucian Family. She never imagined that last night, in the heat of the moment, she would do so many unbelievable things—things she normally wouldn't even dare to dream of.
'It's just too shameful!'
"Your Highness, the hot water is ready."
Zi Yun and Hong Wan had already prepared the hot water with practiced ease, intending to help the Princess Consort with her bath. It was a task they performed as a matter of course, without needing to be told.
"What is this...?"
Qi Muxue held a hand to her messy hair, her mind still a bit foggy. She hadn't fully processed the situation.
"His Highness has instructed us to do this so many times that it's simply become a habit."
