A silver moon hung overhead. Most houses in the riverside town had gone dark, and only occasional squads of five Imperial Guards patrolled the streets and alleys.
Tap, tap...
The sound of measured footsteps came from beyond the courtyard wall.
Pei Xiangjun stood beside the well, listening. Only after the footsteps faded did she carry two buckets of water up to the little inn's second floor.
Wu Prefecture was ravaged by war, and travelers through this remote town had dwindled sharply. There were no outsiders in the little inn, and even the innkeeper and his assistants had retired.
A lamp burned in the upstairs room, but there was little sound inside.
Pei Xiangjun approached the doorway quietly and looked in. Luo Ning, dressed in green, sat sideways beside the bed. She had already laid out clean sheets and was gently rubbing a small porcelain bottle in her hands, a trace of worry on her face.
Pei Xiangjun could tell Jingtang was very worked up today. When he returned, he would probably leave that light, supple little vixen half-dead. Her manner was therefore quite concerned as she carried the buckets behind the screen and poured clean water into the tub.
"Ning'er, stop staring at it. Have a bath first."
Splash...
Luo Ning came back to herself. Looking at the Fragrant Consort Dew in her hands, she sighed inwardly, truly at a loss over what to do.
She could barely take him even normally, and today the little rogue had taken medicine too. With that fire blazing in his eyes, even if he wore her out completely, she still wouldn't finish regulating his condition...
Watching Pei Xiangjun pour the water, Luo Ning's eyes shifted. She rose, went up behind her, and asked softly,
"Third Madam, do you think regulating his body is