Chapter 224.3
"Your Highness, Your Highness, it's nearly Mao-shi [1]; it's time to rise."
A soft voice sounded outside the canopy, and the person on the bed opened his eyes, his breathing still somewhat irregular.
"I know."
After a while, he turned and sat up, pulling back the curtain of the canopy. His bare feet touched the sandalwood footstool. Dressed only in underpants, his we Il-proportioned calves were exposed, fair as jade, yet exuding a powerful sense of beauty.
Xiao Anzi approached and knelt to help him put on shoes. At this moment, a group of eunuchs entered carrying trays, waiting quietly at the side.
Zhao Chen stood up and stepped down from the footstool. Just as Xiao Anzi was about to call someone to assist with changing, he headed for the bathing cha mber.
"Bathing."
It wasn't until he sat in the tub that Zhao Chen let out a sigh.
In recent days, he had been having all sorts of chaotic dreams, with one recurring scene: she was dressed in a robe as delicate as cicada wings, entwining her self around him, whispering in his ear that she wanted to give birth to a child for him.