At night, downstream of the Clear River…
A fleet formed by several giant ships was sailing smoothly on the river.
On the second floor of the deckhouse of the leading ship, the light in the room near the stern was on. Ye Jingtang had a saber hanging at his waist. He was standing by the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the surging river behind him with a helpless look in his eyes.
If there was no milk to drink when there were three girls, then staying with five girls and more than ten palace maids was basically equivalent to confinement.
The cabins in the deckhouse were all occupied by women. The rooms on the second floor were the rooms of the accompanying palace maids, and the rooms of the empress dowager and Dumdum were upstairs. Daoist Xuanji, who had keen ears and eyes, also stayed upstairs.
