The night went by without a word being said.
Lu Sheng did not make any unnecessary movements. He merely replenished his body with Yang Essence gradually to prime it for the cultivation that would ensue.
He woke up early next morning before the sun was even up.
With the maidservant waiting on him, he freshened up and tidied himself. He brought his spice bag and walked slowly out of the bed chambers.
There was a small landscape garden outside his bed chambers. There were artificial hills and a little stream. There was even a red square-roofed pavilion.
When Lu Sheng came out, he ran into a handsome young lord. His hands were rummaging through the bosom of a female guard. They flirted like nobody else was there.
Lu Sheng searched Huang Jing's memories, and instantly recognized this young lord.