Several maidservants deftly and carefully removed Zhu Ying's armor and clothing.
As piece after piece of armor and clothing came off,
the shocking scars across Zhu Ying's upper body were gradually revealed in full.
There were saber wounds and sword wounds, their scars clearly visible.
There were also arrow wounds. Some had already healed, leaving behind sunken scars.
To ordinary people, these scars might have looked savage and terrifying.
But to a general, they were proof of Zhu Ying's years of battlefield campaigns, medals of his courage and fearlessness. Behind every scar lay a harrowing battle, an experience of life and death.
This was what Zhu Ying had earned through bloodshed.
Even Zhu Di, who had seen much and weathered countless storms, could not help narrowing his eyes slightly the moment he saw the scars covering Zhu Ying's body. A trace of imperceptible shock flashed through his gaze.
He actually has so many wounds?
And he still survived!
Zhu Di thought to himself. If an ordinary person had suffered so many injuries, such severe injuries, he would likely have long since perished on the battlefield.
Yet Zhu Ying before him had not only survived with tenacity, but had also climbed step by step to his current position and earned the noble title of Marquis of Victory.
All of this had undoubtedly been won through genuine military merit, fought for amid blood and fire.
No one could question it!
After removing his armor,
Zhu Ying showed no awkwardness or ceremony as he slowly walked toward the bath.
His clothes and armor had all been removed, leaving only a jade pendant around his neck.
He simply leaned back against the edge of the bath and sat down.
"A bath really is comfortable."
Zhu Ying sighed with feeling.
The instant he soaked himself