The two maids swiftly boiled water and filled a large barrel with it.
Behind the veil of steam, Chen Rong watched her rippling reflection in the water.
The two maids stood on either side but did not urge her when they saw her hesitate.
A while later, Chen Rong opened her arms and said, “Undress me.”
“Aye.”
Almost half an hour had lapsed by the time Chen Rong finished washing, combing, and simply putting on a gown.
At the main compound, reed music and songs drifted out. Even from a distance away, she could smell the powder and perfume wafting in the wind.