Lin Jin was now as disheveled as could be.
A sharp pain radiated from her lower back, her clothes were soaked through, her makeup and hair in disarray, and she'd just drunk a mouthful of foot-washing water!
No matter how enchanting the feet it came from, she couldn't suppress the wave of nausea threatening to overwhelm her.
Wei Shu's face darkened: "It seems... it's not to your liking?"
Anger brewed in the air!
Lin Jin's heart fluttered with anxiety. Swallowing her disgust, she murmured, "Surely the holy water from Your Majesty's bath is delicious! This slave—this slave even found it a bit... sweet."
If the ancestors of the Lin family could hear her now, who knows how they'd curse her?
But the circumstances were dire. For now, she had to mollify Wei Shu's mood before anything else.
Men, like women, loved to hear pleasing words.
