Before long, the hot water was ready.
Wei He took off his clothes and quietly lowered himself into the water.
Pale white steam drifted before his eyes. He lightly rubbed his arm, and immediately scrubbed off a layer of blackish-red grime from his skin.
Creak.
The door behind him slowly opened.
Two figures walked in.
"Master. We've come to scrub your back."
A familiar voice rang out, making Wei He's hand pause slightly.
He turned around and, sure enough, saw Jiang Su and her daughter Tang Yinlian. They had changed into simple, thin white gauze robes that faintly outlined their figures, forcing smiles as they entered.
Standing together, the two women looked less like mother and daughter than sisters.
"You two?" Wei He frowned slightly.
He had never intended to do anything to them. He had merely planned to find an excuse after some time and secretly release them, sending the two women to distant Xi overseas.
Who would have thought—
"Master, let me do it first." Jiang Su suppressed the embarrassment in her heart and stepped forward. She gently dipped both hands into the water to wet them, then picked up the bar of soap set nearby and rubbed it before beginning to scrub the grime from Wei He's back.
She truly was not being forced.
These past few days, after Wei He had rescued her, she had thought about many, many things.
From when she and her daughter had first been captured, to every male member of her husband's family being slaughtered, to becoming slaves and the days they had spent locked in prison.
She had already thought it through.
The Great Yue of today was no longer the Great Yuan of the past.
Remnants of sects like them could never return to the status of ordinary people,