After Li Xianyun had taken care of the matters, it was already late into the night. The heavens were devoid of light, and the usually clamorous autumn insects couldn't even be bothered to chirp, making the entire night oppressively silent and stifling, leaving one gasping for air.
Yelu Yan still hadn't returned.
Upon returning to the main building, Li Xianyun had the maid prepare hot water, and then she went to wash up.
Once she finished washing up, the bathtub was filled with water, into which a few drops of fragrant oils had been added, the faint scent enveloping her nostrils.
Li Xianyun sat in the bathtub, letting the warm water envelope her.
After a taxing day, soaking in a hot bath should have been a very comfortable experience, but Li Xianyun, worried about Yelu Yan, was in no mood to enjoy it.