That evening, Pei Shaoqing played host, booking out the Qunfang Garden to treat his colleagues from the Hundred Households. After all, he had to let his brothers know that while he couldn't make them line up like some other generals, they could at least get some perks by following him.
Of course, he himself had no interest in the common courtesans of a brothel, so once he'd had his fill, he headed home early.
He arrived home late. Upon entering his room, he saw Xie Qingwu, who had already washed up for the night. She was wrapped in a layer of light gauze, leaning against the low couch—which now also served as her bed—and reading a book.
The soft candlelight traced the graceful curve of her enchanting figure. The light gauze, while revealing nothing, stretched taut over the swell of her chest in a particularly alluring way. Her long, well-proportioned legs were wrapped in white Ice Silk, and she swung her feet lightly at the ankles.
