The sky gradually darkened.
For the moment, Lu Mingyuan hadn't grasped the deeper meaning of Yun Qinghe's words.
Instead, he made his way back to Qingzhu Hall. Upon his return, Hong Wan came forward with a damp cloth for his face, while Zi Yun had a fresh change of clothes ready.
Over the past year, Lu Mingyuan had long since grown accustomed to being served by his maids. He didn't stand on ceremony; all he had to do was hold out his hands.
In fact, this was where they found their own sense of worth.
If Lu Mingyuan were to rashly take away the duties Zi Yun had performed for so many years, it would likely only cause her more distress and make her feel useless.
Zi Yun drew hot water for Lu Mingyuan, and Hong Wan helped him wash up and change.
This process included a good back-scrubbing session.
