It was deep into the night.
While a certain troublesome little girl immortal ignored all advice and continued wandering aimlessly around the Divine Capital, high above the Nine Heavens, in the main bedroom of the rear courtyard of Rongguo Immortal Estate—the room where Jia Zheng and Lady Wang slept—the lights had only just been extinguished. Several maids then carried out towels and basins of hot water.
By then, the night outside had deepened, and all was silent.
Inside the room, the faint glow emitted by the spiritual plants on the floating island beyond the window filtered through the gauze curtains and mosquito netting, falling across the floor and bed and leaving only hazy shadows visible within.
As this was Jia Zheng and Lady Wang's bedroom, its furnishings were simple yet carried an air of refined nobility. The red sandalwood furniture had square, upright lines and no excessive carvings, much like the temperament of the room's owner.
In the gilded immortal-crane incense burner in the corner, the calming incense the maids had just lit to soothe the mind and steady the soul sent wisps of blue smoke curling upward. That spiritual incense, worth several spirit stones per pound, was helping the bedroom's occupants sleep.
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Yet even with the spiritual incense burning, Jia Zheng and Lady Wang each tossed and turned in bed, with little desire for sleep.
After all, ever since word spread that Daiyu and Tanchun had left home and established their own household in the Divine Capital, the Ning and Rong Mansions had appeared calm on the surface, but undercurrents were churning beneath. No one even knew what sort of rumors had begun circulating.
Although Wang Xifeng had ordered the servants not to gossip, how could such a matter be silenced by a mere prohibition?
At present,