After a spell of pleasure, Huo Qilang rose at once as she always did, straightened her clothes, pulled on her boots, tightened her belt, and set her saber within reach against any unforeseen danger.
She was not afraid of outsiders discovering her affair with her employer. What worried her was a sudden attack by assassins; facing an enemy with her clothes in disarray would hardly be seemly.
As for Li Yuanying, she merely covered him gently with the quilt and carefully tucked in its corners, lest he catch a chill as his sweat cooled. His sleep was light and precious, so she simply dispensed with the fuss of dressing him. He could change straight into fresh clothes when he woke tomorrow and save himself the trouble.
Huo Qilang suspected Madam Li had already caught some hint of what was happening. She always took the servants away at just the right moment, while those rather less-than-intact luxurious nightclothes vanished without a trace, and the rumpled bedding was quietly replaced without anyone mentioning it.
This Third-Rank Noblewoman had always made Prince Shao's health her foremost concern, attending to the important matters and letting the little ones slide. As for Li Yuanying's personal tastes, she never asked or interfered, playing deaf and dumb. So long as he ate and slept properly, Madam Li did not really care whether it was Huo Qilang or Huo Baniang.
It was daytime, after all, and Li Yuanying woke after sleeping for only a little over two hours. He refused to put his sweat-soaked inner clothes back on. With no one else nearby to attend him, he ordered Huo Qi to fetch fresh clothes.
The chest was filled with fine silks, mostly in cool colors. Huo Qilang rummaged back and forth until she finally found a crimson robe