Sword South Path. Yizhou City. Shu King's Mansion.
In a spacious and bright room, the King of Shu, Yang Ling, had just woken up from the bed and pushed away the thigh of a concubine draped over his waist.
Then he removed the hands of another concubine hugging his waist.
Yang Ling took away the pink and pale yellow bellybands from his body, unsure of whose they were.
Finally, he withdrew his hand from the mouth of a concubine who had been sucking on his fingers and wiped it with the bellyband.
Then, Yang Ling quietly got off the bed that was more than a zhang long and wide.
It wasn't because his legs were weak, preventing him from engaging in anything with his concubines early in the morning, but because he cherished them, hoping they could sleep a little longer.
Leaning against the pillar of the bed, Yang Ling steadied himself before shakily stepping out, changing into a set of clothes, and leaving the large room.
