The cleansing room was about ten feet square.
The wooden tub had a deep brown grain, its rim carved with a simple cloud-and-thunder pattern. Wisps of white steam were billowing from it.
Compared to the bathing pool in Zhaoyang Hall, this cleansing room felt cramped, and the bathing implements were far too simple.
Leaning against the tub was a copper ladle, its handle wrapped in non-slip deerskin. A long towel hung from a nearby three-legged stand, and the dark dragon pattern embroidered on its corner made it clear that it was an item for the Emperor's use.
Ji Qingwu was set down steadily on a stool beside the tub.
Just as Zhao Mingyan reached for her sash, Ji Qingwu clutched her robes, shrinking back. "I can manage on my own. Your Majesty, please leave."
Ji Qingwu had only been putting on a playful show for Eunuch Li. Now, however, it was just the two of them in the cleansing room of the military tent.
'She had no real intention of having him bathe her.'
