Jiang Shouzhong entered the room that once belonged to him.
Mist hovered around the room.
On the screen hung a large golden gown and a bellyband, golden and glittering, oppressively luxurious.
In the bathtub, a woman was leisurely bathing.
The bath she was using was not the usual wooden kind but one crafted from fine jade, ornately carved, fairly spacious, and featured skin-nourishing effects.
"It's a pity you didn't die in Qingzhou," she said.
Luo Wanqing comfortably leaned against the edge of the jade bathtub, her legs casually perched on the rim, her toenails painted bright red, small and translucent, her fair arches tinged with a hint of pinkish-orange, including her long, straight shins, dripping with water droplets.
In the petal-strewn water, one could vaguely see the woman's small, round knees and the undulating snowy curves.
Since they were considered an "old married couple," Luo Wanqing felt no need for concealment.
