Chapter 407 - 228: Boudoir Name_1
Qian Manjiang awoke hungry the next morning, having not eaten a single grain of rice since the day before.
Opening his eyes, he found himself lying on a carved and jade-inlaid bed, in a room exquisitely arranged, with a faint fragrance wafting through the air, and a "Flute Playing under the Moon" picture hanging on the wall. The painting, with its free and graceful style, was unmistakably the work of the most famous contemporary painter, Pan Zi’an.
Prince Consort Pan?
Qian Manjiang’s muddled thoughts suddenly became clear. Yes, when he had been chased with nowhere to turn yesterday, it was Prince Consort Pan who had saved him. After that, he knew nothing.
Glancing at himself, he was dressed in clean white inner robes. Touching his hair, it was smooth and clean, carrying a pleasant scent of soapberries. He had been in ragged clothes and drenched in sweat the day before.
Could it be that this was Prince Consort Pan’s home? Had he entered Capital City?
Just then, a handsome boy servant came over, saw that he was awake, and said with a smile, "Did the young master wake up? Are you hungry?"
Sitting up, Qian Manjiang asked doubtfully, "May I ask, young man, where is this place? How did I get here?"
The servant replied with a smile, "This is Mr. Pan’s Red Maple Garden in the Suburbs of Capital. The young master fainted last night, and it was our master who brought you here. This room is a guest room in Red Maple Garden, and I am in charge of it." As he spoke, he took a blue scholar’s robe with rounded collar from the carved lacquer wardrobe and added, "This is Brother Wu’s clothing, Brother Wu said that the young master is about the same size as him, so you could wear it first."