After bathing to wash away the dust and changing his clothes, Pei Shaoqing was in the outer room, writing furiously at his desk.
He was writing a formal visit request to Wei Yue.
Now that he was back in the Capital City, he had to pay a visit to his elder and superior.
"What are you writing, Husband?"
Xie Qingwu's voice drifted in from behind him.
Pei Shaoqing instinctively turned his head, and his breath caught in his throat.
Xie Qingwu, fresh from her bath, was unexpectedly dressed in a magnificent red phoenix crown and brocade. She exuded a stately and elegant aura, the intricate wedding attire unable to conceal the graceful curves of her body. Where it should be round, it was full, and where it should be pert, it was perfectly so.
'What lingerie could even compare? This is on another level!'
