Residence

The night enveloped the capital city. After the evening meal, the rain began to patter down softly.

Xie Ning's face turned slightly flushed from the bath, but unfortunately, all the windows were closed. She sat by the window, Qinghe and Qingmei took turns drying her hair with a thick cloth, wiping away the moisture. Xie Ning pulled her hair in front to take a look.

Her hair had grown longer over the years she had been in the palace. During the hottest and coldest times, she always wanted to secretly cut it shorter. It was troublesome to wash in the cold of winter, and in the heat of summer, she felt that her long hair was hot and burdensome.

Unfortunately, it was just a thought. Qinghe and the others were more familiar with Xie Ning's body than she was. This wasn't an exaggeration; after all, Xie Ning couldn't see her own back, but Qinghe and the others attended to her every day, so they were more familiar than she was.