Qiao'Er was holding half a gourd, scooping water repeatedly to pour over him.
With Qiao'Er present, naturally Shi He was also there.
The hands usually playing zither, chess, writing, and painting were now gently massaging Li Xuan's shoulders.
Although this level of shoulder massage was unlikely to make Li Xuan feel much.
Yet... this was homecoming after all.
The two women curiously looked at the purple copper hemp garment on Li Xuan, but neither asked any questions.
Smart maids never inquire.
Once he had bathed and changed clothes, Li Xuan felt refreshed, a sense of spiritual ease.
After a simple meal, he sat in the main hall, slightly meeting the relatives who had come from various places, and then prepared a carriage to head to the Chancellor's residence.
...
The Chancellor's residence...
The green vines on the wall appeared yellow but not yet aged.
The old man had youthful features, but his hair was already grey.
