Late at night, Wen Xiuyun returned to her boudoir looking somewhat tired. There had been a banquet tonight, which she accompanied until just now.
She slipped out of her elegant long dress, removed the ornaments from her hair, and sat in front of the dressing table, gazing absentmindedly into the copper mirror. Suddenly, as if recalling something, her charming face flushed red in an instant, the blush spreading all the way to her neck.
"Miss, I've prepared hot water—why don't you have a soak to ease the fatigue?"
"Ah! Oh, all right."
Unlike other songstresses, Wen Xiuyun didn't live inside the Brocade Pavilion, but resided in a small, separate courtyard behind it. Everything from the rooms to the furnishings had been arranged according to her tastes—this was her little nest.
