Seven days later, in the Great Yan Imperial Palace, the weather was gradually growing warmer.
The Palace Maids and Consorts within the palace walls began to wear less and less. Gauze gowns revealed their arms, and they fanned themselves with cattail fans, yet they were still drenched in fragrant sweat. However, few men were fortunate enough to feast their eyes on such a sight.
Only one man, a handsome youth in a Python Robe, lay atop a garden pavilion, from which he could overlook half of the Harem.
At this moment, Lu Mingyuan had Hong Wan behind him and Zi Yun to his right.
Hong Wan, dressed in a red, patterned palace gown, had a delicate and lovely air, her teardrop mole accentuating her charm. Yet, her expression was one of deep concentration as she kneaded Lu Mingyuan's shoulders, massaging and rubbing them from time to time.
