Images from last night suddenly flooded her mind.
A blush crept across Su Qinghan's fair cheeks.
"Miss Su, we're here to help you bathe and dress. The hot water is ready."
Several serving maids carried in a wooden tub half as tall as a person. Steam billowed from it, fragrant with the scent of floating flower petals.
"There's no need. You may all go. I'll do it myself."
Su Qinghan propped herself up on the bed, looking at the torn black gauze dress on the floor. She pursed her red lips, a wave of complex emotions welling up in her clear eyes.
"Miss Su, you have just... received the Young Master's favor. Your body must be weak, making it difficult to move. It's better if we attend to you."
The maids rushed forward to support her, but they all froze in astonishment when, after a few slightly awkward steps, Su Qinghan began to move with ease. Their surprise quickly turned to admiration.
