They guided her into the tub, the warm water wrapping around her aching body like a gentle embrace. Yan Rouxi let out a satisfied sigh as the tension in her muscles melted away.
Another maid poured warm water over her shoulders while another gently massaged fragrant oil into her scalp. I could get used to this, she thought blissfully, closing her eyes.
Her stiff joints, sore back, and bruised knees all seemed to fade into nothing beneath the caring hands and soothing heat. For the first time since she had been dragged into this world, she felt human again.
After the bath, soft robes of pale lavender were draped over her shoulders. Her damp hair was brushed, dried, and adorned with a simple jade pin. When they finally guided her before a bronze mirror, she almost didn't recognize herself.
She looked so different, so noble and ancient.
