The sky gradually darkened, and a myriad of stars spread across the heavens.
Only then did the emperor, who had sneaked out of the palace for some fun, return with the Empress, still reluctant to call it a day.
As they reached the palace gates, a woman in a mouse-gray dress was arguing with the soldiers guarding the entrance.
Hearing her voice, the Empress found it somewhat familiar. She lifted the carriage curtain and saw that the disheveled, grimy woman was none other than Wenren Shuang, whom she had sent to Wuwei Temple.
Wenren Shuang had not had an easy time these past few days.
Ever since Mao Shaoqin had fallen in love with using shit as a face mask that day, he had been fiddling with the stuff at home every day.
Not only did he apply it to his own face, he even took it to the Imperial Academy.
He believed that if he shared such a wonderful thing with his fellow students, they would repay him in kind.
He had even given his beloved shit face mask a pleasant-sounding name-golden juice face mask.
Unfortunately, before he could even take out his golden juice face mask in the study hall, his fellow students, tormented by his enchanting aroma, had already fled eighty feet away.
Later, an instructor at the Imperial Academy ordered him to suspend his studies, telling him to go home and get rid of the smell on his body before returning to class.
Sent home, Mao Shaoqin not only failed to reflect on his behavior, but instead concluded that the people at the Imperial Academy simply could not recognize quality.
Once home, he looked at the golden juice face masks he had so painstakingly prepared and felt it was a shame to leave so much good