The dim light of a green lantern flickered in the washroom.
The small foot rested high on the edge of the bathtub, the golden bell tied around the pale ankle jingling, like a wild beast restrained of its freedom.
Candle wax dripped and rolled down.
The sound of water had never ceased, with droplets scattered across the floor, and in the bathtub, Shen Yinning had gradually lost the strength to struggle.
Lu Ying lifted her out, grabbed a towel to dry her off, and then carried her to sit on the imperial concubine couch by the window.
Shen Yinning leaned weakly against Lu Ying's chest, her eyes closed, speaking faintly: "Your Highness, when you summon the Crown Princess Consort to serve in bed, is it also like this?"
