Gu Jiao slept for four hours straight in her drunken stupor, so much so that night had fallen by the time she awoke.
In Qilin Palace, the lights were bright and shining.
Xiao Hen had been reading books in the Book Pavilion all day, neglecting both sleep and food. Only now did he start to feel hungry.
His appetite wasn't great, so the Kitchen had prepared some delicious Egg Flower Soup for him, a few specialties from the National Master Hall, and a plate of appetizing fresh fruit.
Xiao Hen sat down, ready to eat.
Little Jingkong was bathing in the room.
Since he had been too lively these past two days, the privilege of being pampered with a comfortable bath, having been determined free of trauma-related aftereffects, had been rescinded; now, he had to wash himself again.
Although Xiao Hen would still give him a bath afterward, their techniques were certainly different.
