Song Yunzhao rose and walked toward the bath chamber. There was truly nothing more blissful than soaking in a hot bath.
A layer of petals floated in the bathing tub, and a floral fragrance filled the air. Song Yunzhao disrobed and settled in. Xiangxue massaged her shoulders, loosening her tired muscles, while Shizhu scrubbed her back. It was so comfortable that she closed her eyes, wishing she could sleep straight through until dawn.
Tonight's palace banquet was the first grand one she had attended since entering the palace, and it was utterly exhausting. The exhaustion came from having to consider everyone she met—their family background, their position as friend or foe, their clan's connections—and ensuring that every word she spoke was perfectly appropriate.
'My brain is fried. It's just so draining.'
