157. Candied Haw on a Stick and Raiding a House

"Mm," Xu Zhenguan first nodded his head, then his gaze fell upon the court ladies, who were covered with a hint of morning dew, his expression softened:

"You've all worked hard, go and rest."

"Yes," all the attendants sighed with relief, dispersing to rejuvenate their spirits.

Zhao Douan followed by the Empress's side, his gaze drifting thoughtfully between Mo Zhaorong and Xu Zhenguan.

...

"Whoosh!"

Inside the Empress's bedroom, within a room situated in a corner, Zhao Douan stood up from the bath filled with floating petals.

The water flowed down his masculine contours, cascading downward.

Strangely enough, though he didn't practice his exercises diligently, his physique was getting better.

"Could the training I do in meditation actually reflect in reality?" Zhao Douan wondered without reason.

He swept his hand back over his forehead, his soaked black hair plastering to his scalp like oiled strands.