The lives of Great Zhou's nobility were, in truth, rather extravagant.
Life outside cultivation could rightly be called indulgent, luxurious, and debauched.
Western Patrol Envoy Xi Qiangu was no exception.
Every day, before or after cultivation, Western Patrol Envoy Xi Qiangu followed his routine of bathing.
For commoners, bathing meant little more than soaking in hot water. But for Western Patrol Envoy Xi Qiangu, it was an affair of utmost grandeur.
Within the hot spring hall adjoining his bedroom stood several pools of varying sizes and depths. Some were fashioned from warm jade, others from cold jade; once filled with water, they naturally became hot or cold.
At this moment, Western Patrol Envoy Xi Qiangu was soaking in a warm jade pool, his eyes half-closed. Eight young maidservants clad only in wisps of gauze attended him from every side.
Some kneaded his feet, some massaged his shoulders and loosened his bones, while others pounded his legs or washed him. Soft jade and warm fragrance surrounded him; he was carefree beyond measure.
The moment he slightly opened his mouth, an attending maid fed him a peeled, chilled jade grape. With a light bite, juice burst forth and filled his mouth. The icy freshness collided with the damp heat of the pool, bringing him indescribable comfort.
A maid's fingertips inadvertently brushed across Xi Qiangu's chest, stirring his desire. He reached out, drew her into his arms, and was about to indulge himself.
It was enjoyment worthy of an emperor.
Yet this emperor-like enjoyment was interrupted at that very moment by Wei Gang, who came rushing in.
As Xi Qiangu's right-hand man, Wei Gang had always been incomparably steady and methodical. Even if the sky collapsed, his expression would not change.
But now, Wei Gang burst into the hot spring hall in utter