Reaching out to flip the calendar on the bedside table, Sibangqi the Great Monarch paused.
Although he had anticipated it, when September 12, the start date of the Saint Union World Expo, arrived, he still felt a bit nervous.
"Great Monarch, do you need my service?" The old steward elegantly approached from beside the fireplace.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Sibangqi waved his hand: "Your old chicken-skin hands are not the hands of a young girl, I'd better wash up myself."
"As you wish." The old steward stepped aside.
Jumping down from the bed, the Great Monarch walked across the thick wool carpet, past the long framed art depicting a Thousand River Valley wolf hunt, and came to the dressing table against the wall.
On the nearby washstand was a brass basin, polished to a mirror finish.
Next to the basin were a cup, a toothbrush, and tooth powder, not the Sessi brand, but the milder Robert brand.
Naturally, it was also more expensive.
