After dinner that evening, Yu Jiuqing went to bathe first, as usual.
The wound on his leg couldn't touch water yet, so he needed someone to attend to him.
The man shamelessly used both words and glances to hint that Shen Qing should accompany him, only to be sternly rejected.
When Shen Qing came out from her bath, she saw that Yu Jiuqing was not in their room. The adjacent study was lit, so she headed over, running her fingers through her long, damp hair.
'This custom of keeping long hair really was a nuisance. The worst part was after washing it; just towel-drying it took ages.'
'Before, Xiang Qiao or Yu Jiuqing would always help me dry it.'
'Now that Xiang Qiao isn't here, many things have become much more troublesome.'
'I really must find a couple of maids to attend to me as soon as possible,' Shen Qing secretly resolved.
