Thousands of miles away in the Great Shang, within a magnificent and elegant palatial estate.
Zhao Rui was lounging in an enormous bathtub built entirely from some kind of precious stone, enjoying a shoulder massage from a maidservant.
He had only wanted to take a bath by himself, but this maidservant was far too enthusiastic.
'He'd never been pampered like this before, so he reluctantly agreed.'
'After all, the Witch Venerable had given the order. How could he refuse?'
On the edge of the tub to his right, another maidservant delicately pinched sweet grapes and fed them into his mouth.
The two women were dressed appropriately in silk tube tops and undergarments—a style similar to swimwear. Hmm, just their usual attire.
They had wanted to serve him in the nude, but Zhao Rui had refused.
"Young Master, is the pressure all right?"
"Yes, it's fine."
