The night was serene and tranquil.
In a small courtyard within Weiyang Palace, it was quiet and secluded.
Inside a room, Wang Ying sat on a Master's Chair, comfortably soaking his feet. A young eunuch crouched in front of him, reaching into the wooden basin and kneading his pale feet, which bore marks typical of a corpse.
Behind him, a Palace Maid gently massaged his shoulders.
With two-pronged action, Wang Ying's entire body relaxed, pores opening, as his eyes half-closed. His feet, soaking in the hot water, suddenly straightened, and he hummed comfortably from his nostrils.
One of the windows was open, and the cool evening breeze dried the sweat on Wang Ying's face due to the foot soak.
He beckoned, and the Palace Maid massaging his shoulders stopped immediately, plucking a grape from a fruit basket nearby. She skinned it, placed it between her lips, and fed it into Wang Ying's mouth.
"It's the third watch of the night..."
