The midnight rain began suddenly, and by dawn the sky remained as dark as thick ink.
Within Huayuejian, the lights were bright; the glow from the corridor lamps fell into the river behind the elegant pavilion, causing gentle ripples to spread in circles.
The Crown Prince Chunyu loved cleanliness; he rose to bathe and never allowed anyone close to serve him. The servants prepared the water and then left the pavilion one by one, standing guard outside.
No one else was left in the entire two-story building. Chunyu Yan exhaled, removed the mask from his face, took off his light robe, placed them on the wooden rack, and then with long strides, he sunk into the steaming hot bath, closing his eyes.
After a while, there was a thump by his ear.