The large bed in the rear residence of Fan manor was just as soft as it always has been. His son and daughter, who were usually treated like little lords, were sleeping peacefully under the nannies' care. No one would disturb the people in the master bedroom. Fan Xian was very sleepy. After talking a little with Wan'er, he sank into dreams with his feet still soaking in the hot water. Lin Wan'er sighed and pulled on a thin robe as she got up to deal with the aftermath.
Jingdou in the darkness was completely silent. Most people had already entered the sweet darkness of slumber. Only the unusually diligent Emperor was still annotating the memorials sent by the seven Roads. Although the memorials had already been read twice by the Hall of Governmental Affairs, the Emperor was used to examining all the details of the world. Thus, his workload was immense.
