In the Capital, the weather was getting increasingly hot. An ice mountain was set up in the Bimonthly Pavilion.
Having an ice mountain in the room was just about right. Ye Zao reclined on the cool couch, one hand turning the pages of a book, the other fanning herself. On a nearby table were various fruits, and Ye Zao occasionally picked a cherry, not needing servants to attend to her, she ate and placed the pit in a small dish herself.
The servants behind her were speechless, wondering why the mistress preferred to toil herself.
The Fourth Master returned from Jiuzhou Qingyan, his head full of sweat, and laughed upon seeing her so leisurely: "I knew you'd be comfortable here."
With that, he sat next to her, let out a comfortable sigh, and took a few sips from her tea.
Ye Zao sat up to fan him: "Let the moisture evaporate a bit before changing clothes. It's hot outside, you insist on coming at this hour. Wouldn't it be better to come at dusk?"
