After all, she's also someone "well-versed in the battlefield," who could really be carefree enough to sleep like a dead pig every day?
It seems this room, or perhaps just this bed, contains some special element that aids in sleep.
Zheng Fan shook his head and chuckled;
One shouldn't underestimate the ancients, when they sought after "extravagant indulgence," they were no worse than those in later generations.
Upon waking up and opening the window, Zheng Fan heard the laughter of a group of women from outside.
Since the window was framed by flowers, he could see the pavilion over there, but those outside couldn't see what was happening at the window.
In that small pavilion, a group of young women sat together, seemingly holding a poetry gathering, composing verses, playfully bantering, each dressed meticulously, some full-figured and some slender, beautiful yet wise, each with her own unique feature, and likely all unmarried judging by their hairstyles.
